Chapter 502

Bruce's words violently stirred up strings of memories, sending ripples across my heart. However, as I looked at Bruce's usual solemn expression, I suddenly realized that the joy from the past was now gone. Jonah stood beside me. "I'll take good care of Ms. Nancy, so I won't bother you, Mr. Harold," he said rudely. Although his tone was truly impolite, Bruce still stood there motionless, with his hand still extended in the air, offering me the small packet. "Are you feeling better, Nance?" Cindy suddenly interrupted. She glanced at Bruce's hand and said with concern, "Although I'm afraid of heights, I'm not airsick, so I don't need them. Nance, please help yourself to the plums." The discomfort in my stomach swept over me again, and I struggled to reply. "There's no need. I've prepared some airsickness pills. As for these plums, I'm afraid that the more I eat, the more nauseous I will feel." A hint of surprise flashed across Bruce's eyes when the word "nauseous" came out of my