Serve No One This Life

Chapter 184 The Baby Is Not Clever Driving back home, the car suddenly cto a halt with a screeching sour It was raining outside. As soon as the door opened, the raindrops drifted in Sebastian quickly grabbed the umbrella at the entrance, sheltering Jonathan from the rain.

“Be careful: don’t catch a cold in the rain Sebastian diligently protected Jonathan from the rain, worried that he might get even slightly wet.

In past years, whenever Jonathan caught a cold in the winter rain, his physical well-being would take a nosedive, and he would often get sick.

However, this year, under Angela's attentive care, his condition noticeably improved, and they couldn't afford any setbacks.

“It’s okay.” Jonathan coughed softly.

Now, without a wheelchair, the man leaned on a solid black cane with one hand, walking slowly but exuding a steady and powerful aura.

Once inside. May handed over a bowl of ginger soup that had been simmering all night.

“Try sginger soup to fend off the cold. The temperature has been dropping lately, and | heard from the weather forecast that it’s going to snow on Christmas Eve in a few days,” May remarked, noting the trend among young people to celebrate foreign holidays nowadays.

After drinking the ginger soup and turning on the heater in the room, Jonathan soon felt the warmth spreading through his body, causing tiny beads of sweat to form on the tip of his.

nose.

“Where is Mrs. Lawson?” Jonathan inquired. a May took the bowl and pointed upstairs. “She mentioned taking a shower and is still upstairs. I'll go up and ask Mrs. Lawson to cdown for dinner.” With that, May turned around and put down the bowl, ready to call Angela down for dinner.

“It's okay. I'll go upstairs to change clothes. I'll go.” Jonathan gently stopped May, leaning on his cane and slowly walking toward the elevator.

Pushing the bedroom door open, silence greeted Jonathan. He scanned the room and found Angela peacefully sleeping on her stomach in the bedroom’s dressing room.

MMM Chapter 184 The Baby Is Not Clever Angela had already taken a shower and domed pajamas. Her hair was partially dried, and there was a slight dampness on the table.

10:45 Approaching. Jonathan placed a blanket beside her and stood quietly by the table, observing her.

Next to her arm lay a book, indicating she might have dozed off while reading.

Unbuttoning his sapphire cuff and rolling up his sleeves, he revealed a robust and sturdy arm. Seating himself casually, he picked up her book and gave it a cursory glance.

To his surprise, it was an all-Brundelian version.

Jonathan arched an eyebrow as he glanced at Angela. This professional book in the Brundelian language seemed more complex, not the type one casually flips through. Moreover, there were scattered notes and underlines throughout its pages The little girl is quite clever; she can actually understand it.

The cool and moist air forcefully entered Angela’s nostrils. Her eyes, laden with weariness, opened slowly.

Seeing the man sitting beside her, Angela struggled to open her eyes, gradually making out the man’s face-thick eyebrows, deep and dark eyes, thin lips.

His exquisite features were truly stunning, as if he descended from the heavens.

“Jonathan, you're back.” Her voice was slightly hoarse, as if just waking up.

Jonathan put down the book and looked at her tired face. He couldn't help but frown. “Are you tired recently? You have dark circles under your eyes.” Do | have dark circles? Angela raised her hand in surprise to touch her eyes, then sighed, “I took on an extra job recently. It's worth 2,400 dollars.” Burdened by a heavy debt, she had to toil tirelessly.

Jonathan squinted his eyes. “Are you short of money?” A hint of embarrassment flashed across Angela's face. Then she nodded openly. “Yes, you are my biggest creditor. | remember owing you 12,000 dollars, and | also needed money to renovate my grandma's house. Once | carn smoney, | will pay you back.” 2/4 T 99% 10:45 Chapter 184 The Baby Is Not Clever The sooner she paid off the debt, the sooner she could feel at ease.

+15 Free Coins As the words fell, the expression on the man’s face suddenly turned cold, and Angela sensitively sensed that something was wrong. Is there something wrong with what I'm saying? Jonathan gazed at Angela with slightly cold, dark eyes. “Are you in such a rush to repay the money because you don’t want to oweor because you simply don’t like owing people?” The tense atmosphere made Angela nervous, causing her eyelashes to tremble uneasily. “L. I just don’t like being in debt to others. 12,000 dollars is a significant amount of money. Jonathan, you may not find it important because you are wealthy, but | can’t just dismiss it because of your wealth.” “As a decent person, | should have a sense of responsibility. It's easy to borrow when | have the means to repay.” Angela forced a smile.

Observing Angela's nervous demeanor, Jonathan realized he had been too harsh in his tone carlier, but his anger was genuine.

After a moment, Jonathan softened his tone. “I'm not in a hurry as a creditor, so why are you? Your studies should be your top priority now. What if you overexert yourself for money and compromise your health? Don’t push yourself too hard.” He knew Angela had been extremely busy lately, coming and going at all times.

He had assumed she was busy with her medical studies, but it turned out she was taking on extra work to earn money to repay him..

It was all because of him.

“Oh, | see. Please don’t be angry. You look quite fierce.” Angela nodded, cautiously glancing at him.

His dark eyes bore into her, his tone slightly cold. “It’s for your own good. | have plenty of money; what's a few tens of thousands to me? If you exhaust yourself for money, people might think I've gone bankrupt, and the dignified Mrs. Lawson would have to overwork to earn money. Do you think that’s good for my reputation?” “No,” Angela responded meekly, shrinking back and vigorously shaking her head.

Jonathan was becoming agitated, and it was truly intimidating.

Angela poured a glass of water for him, blowing on it considerately. “Have swater; don’t let your throat get dry from talking so much.” 3/4 MM M Chapter 184 The Baby Is Not Clever Am | talking too much? 2 10.49 +15 Free Cons Jonathan sneered. propped himself up on his cane, and stood up. “Let's go downstairs for dinner.” Angela breathed a sigh of relief. She quickly stood up and offered to help jonathan. “Take it slow, I'll support you.” But her professional instincts kicked in, and she couldn't help but advise. “Relax and take it easy. If your legs hurt, it's better to use a wheelchair. I've noticed you haven't been using the wheelchair lately. Are you standing for long periods at work? Does it cause a lot of pain? Letgive you a massage tonight to ease the muscle soreness. You'll feel better tomorrow.” She had observed Jonathan enduring rehabilitation training in the gym, visibly in pain with a pale face and beads of sweat. Despite the evident struggle, his remarkable endurance allowed him to bear it without complaint.

“You're exhausted, and you still want to givea massage? Go to bed early tonight and no reading.” Jonathan tugged at the corner of his lips.

“Oh...” Angela pursed her lips, not daring to argue.

They then descended together for dinner, where May had already heated up the food and brought it out.

Upon seeing them, May warmly greeted them. She was pleased to witness their harmonious interaction.

As she served the food, she advised, “Mrs. Lawson, Mr. Lawson, you both mustn't overexert yourselves. The elders in our village say that women need to take care of their health during pregnancy, or it will be challenging to have a healthy and clever ba