Chapter 44

Josiah sat with his legs crossed, lazily leaning back on the sofa. Across him sat Nia. Facing a table full of food, she did not plan on eating them at all. She merely asked weakly, "Daddy, when will mommy come to pick me up for my injection?" Josiah looked at her and sneered, "Don't worry, she'll come." Alfred, the butler, sized Nia up and said, "Sir, this child looks like she's suffering. Does she have any serious illness?" "I picked her up from the hospital. She more likely than not has a serious illness." Josiah elegantly took a sip of tea before pointing at the food on the table and saying to Nia, "Little bastard, don't you like the food? Why are you not eating?" He has no pity for the bastard child of Meredith's. He even wished for her death. "Daddy, I cannot have biscuits. I can't have any drinks either." Nia sat on the sofa, her body started to sway. Usually, by then, she would have been on a drip. That day, because she was not on one, she was starting to feel faint. Al