Chapter 73

　　On that day, I had just returned from outside carrying lunch when Mr. Eugen was sitting on the bed smiling at me. Before I could say anything, Mr. Eugen's phone suddenly rang. After he answered the call, his face suddenly changed. 　　Mr. Eugen hung up the phone and said to me, "Nat, I plan to go home today. Do you want to come with me?" 　　"What happened?" I said worriedly. "If it's not something urgent, don't go back. Your injury hasn't healed yet." 　　Mr. Eugen said with a serious expression, "The nanny at home called and said that Spring is sick." 　　I was about to peel an apple for Mr. Eugen with a fruit knife when I heard his words. The knife accidentally cut my finger and blood immediately gushed out. 　　Mr. Eugen's pupils dilated and he immediately tried to help me stop the bleeding, asking, "Does it hurt?!" 　　I don't know why, but when I heard that Spring was sick, it felt like my heart was being tightly gripped by a big hand, completely oblivious to the pain in my hand. 　　"I'm fi