Chapter 273

Anderson picked up the homework on the ground and carefully glued the remaining pages back together. After that, he placed it neatly on the desk. "Mr. Anderson, the chicken noodle soup is ready." After finishing the task on hand, Anderson stood up and took the soup from Helen. He watched her leave the room with a concerned look on her face. He then sat by the bedside and held the drunken Mayra. Anderson wondered who had taught her to drink at such a young age. Mayra, completely unaware of her surroundings, leaned against Anderson and muttered, "It's hot." Then, she kicked off the thin blanket covering her. Anderson lowered the temperature of the air conditioning with a remote before turning to Mayra again. "Drink this soup." "No, it doesn't taste good." Her resistance nearly caused Anderson to spill the soup. She was indeed quite a handful. He took a sip from the spoon and tasted it. The soup was decent, but the taste was still vastly different from the one she made. "It's goo