Chapter 959

"I'll send you over tomorrow." "No, I want to go now." "Be good." Mayra didn't argue further upon hearing Anderson's tone getting more severe. She knew that she wouldn't get anything in the end even if she tried. Helen hurried downstairs to the kitchen to bring up the freshly prepared chicken noodle soup. "Ms. Sadler, you just woke up. You haven't eaten anything in days. Have some soup first." This fever had been peculiar as medicine didn't work well. As a last resort, they consulted a herbalist. After two days of herbal remedies and sweating it out, her fever finally subsided. Anderson took the bowl from Helen and began feeding Mayra, spoonful by spoonful. She ate slowly, but after just a few bites, she felt her stomach turning. He immediately set the bowl aside, picked her up, and carried her to the bathroom. Everything she had eaten came right back up. Helen quickly brought a glass of water and explained nervously, "I didn't add anything unusual to the soup. I don't know