Chapter 200

The night passed as if nothing had happened. In the past, I might have found an opportunity to explain things to Bruce. But now, I suddenly felt like it wasn't necessary. It was just a bowl of soup. As long as Bruce used his brain a little, something this menial wouldn't be difficult for him. I didn't need to worry about it. Moreover, timing was peculiar now. If I went out of my way to show goodwill now, others might interpret it as me having ulterior motives. I was better off spending my time working. But what I had never expected was for Cindy and Maeve to come to Uncle Jackson's ward instead of stirring trouble for me. When I pushed open the door to the ward, Maeve was enthusiastically serving Uncle Jackson soup. It was lunchtime. There were four dishes and a soup on the small table in front of Uncle Jackson. It was a sumptuous meal consisting of chicken and fish. Upon seeing me, Maeve came over with a smile. "Ms. Fisher, what brings you here? I hope Cindy and I aren't dis