Chapter 146

Tiffany waved a hand. "I don't want it. Thanks." She felt like vomiting again before even finishing the sentence. All she could think of was how the boy had thrown the wriggling caterpillar into his mouth. She shut her eyes and asked, "Whose kid was that?" "Carrie Simpson, one of our maids." William paused. "Why do you ask?" Tiffany suppressed the urge to heave. "He looks like he's only seven or eight. Why was he…" "Carrie took too much medication when she was pregnant, so it affected the baby's growth. He's been like this since birth—he's not too intelligent and is even a little… retarded," William said. When he noticed how pale she looked, he held her steady. "Are you okay, Tiff? Why did you become paler?" She shook her head and continued asking, "Didn't Carrie do any tests back then? Didn't she do an anomaly scan to see whether everything was okay?" "According to her, the tests didn't show anything. Sometimes, these tests and scans aren't 100% accurate. There've been many ca