Chapter 97

Bonnie put Jim’s coats on when she heard what he said. That had happened before, especially when she had a fever once. That had also been because she hadn’t worn enough layers. The old professors at the research institute had reacted as if they were her grandparents and lectured her. “You’re a pillar of our nation, Ms. Bonita. You can’t afford to be sick.” “You might be young and strong now, but you still have to take care of yourself. Otherwise, you’ll regret it when you’re old.” “I told the kitchen to make some herbal soup for you. Make sure you drink it. And you should try to sleep at the same time every night. It’s good to sleep and wake early. Your nutritional balance is important as well.” … They might be respectful of her in their research, but they all nagged like grandparents when it came to her health. Suddenly, Jim said, alarmed, “Something’s wrong.” Bonnie came to her senses. “What do you mean?” Jim looked in the rear-view mirror. “Check out that car. I think it’s