âSaffron is some kind of medicine, I reckon the amount in that pomegranate juice I drank didnât exceed the limit for my body type, so I didnât show any signs of discomfort, and my body indicators are all good to goâ
Balfour said, âEven if you didnât spot any issues, please hand over the medical report to me.â
Patricia didnât feel like fetching the report, so she gently tugged at her momâs hand Xenia got the hint straight away from her daughter and immediately defended her, âBalfour, I know youâre worried about Patriciaâs health, but if Patricia says sheâs fine, then she must be fine. You can chill out, thereâs no need to see the reportâ
Xenia didnât do much to convince Balfour, he frowned, and his tone got stern, âGo fetch the medical report right now, donât make me repeat myself!â
Why on earth was Patricia so reluctant to just fetch the report?
From the get go when Patricia didnât want to get a medical check-up, something didnât sit right with Balfour, but he didnât take it seriously at the time.
Now that he saw Patricia acting all weird, Balfourâs suspicion was growing.
Could it be that there were other substances in that pomegranate juice that could affect a womanâs health, and thatâs why Patricia was scared?
Was she scared of him seeing the results?
Although Ellinor didnât really drink the pomegranate juice, just took a sip and spat it out immediately, if there were other substances in the juice, even just touching the mouth could potentially affect a pregnant woman.
Just thinking about this got Balfour scared. He couldnât bear the thought of his sister facing any risks.
McNeil Howard didnât understand what his son was insisting on, but as a father, he didnât want to see his kids fight, so he also said, âPatricia, your brother adores you; if he wants you to fetch it, just do it, then he can rest easyâ
After seeing that Balfour was not budging and that their father had spoken, Patricia knew she couldnât dodge it anymore; she had to agree, âAlright, Iâll go fetch the report nowâ¦.
After saying that, she turned around and left again.
Ten minutes later, Patricia returned with a report in her hands.
âBalfour, look! I told you there was nothing wrong with me, you didnât believe meâ
She handed the report to Balfour with a wronged expression on her face.
Balfour gave her a stern look, took the report, and checked it item by item. All the indicators were normal; there were no issues.
The name on the report was undoubtedly Patriciaâs Balfour asked softly, âIf thereâs no problem, why didnât you want to get it just now?â
Patricia blinked, looking utterly innocent, âBalfour, Iâve been through a lot today: Iâm exhausted, both physically and mentally. When they drew my blood for the check-up. I felt faint and weak all over I just felt the trip to fetch the report was too long and didnât want to make the journey again, but you insisted on me getting it, so I had no choice but to go!
Balfour, are you starting to not trust me?â
As she said that, Patricia tried to move closer to Balfour as if seeking comfort, trying to regain the feeling of Balfour always unconditionally supporting her as before However, Balfour frowned and felt a bit annoyed. He casually put the report aside and gently pushed Patricia away, who was trying to get close to him, âAlright, if youâre tired, go take a rest on the couchâ
After being pushed away by Balfour again, Patricia felt this was not normal, and she felt very uneasy