Chapter 288: Chapter 289

Hearing Anna’s question, Peter and Tammy both stared at each other with wide eyes. Just as Tammy was about to speak, Peter suddenly coughed violently.

Henry, who was standing nearby, immediately understood what he meant and asked him with concern, “Peter, are you all right?”

Anna, too, looked at him with concern before forgetting about the question she had just asked “Thank you. I’m fine. Let’s go home. It’s quite cold.” Peter explained.

Anna then called the two children over and told them to care for themselves.

She let Henry and Peter take them away.

Tammy appeared hesitant at first. However, she smiled happily when she saw Peter hand her a box of chocolates she liked.

Anna laughed as she felt resigned. Then she called a cab and went home.

After Anna left the house, Wayne and Ryan, who both suffered from a bad cold, looked after each other.

Ryan felt dizzy and would say some strange things. So, Anna thought that Wayne was easier to take care of.

At that time, Ryan was sitting on the couch and wrapped himself in a blanket He wiped his nose with napkins, threw them away, and said, “Wayne, | don’t think Anna wants to talk to you. Are you sure you’re not going to do something about it? After all, you did make a mistake. Don’t think Anna will let you go just because you’re sick.”

Wayne was standing in the kitchen pouring himself a cup of coffee, and he didn’t appear sick.

“You should mind your own business,” he said.

“Ah, don’t you think I make sense? You can’t spend your life pretending to be sick!”

Wayne simply raised his head and handed him a glass of water and some pills.

Ryan expressed his displeasure by tilting his head and saying, “Ican’t stand taking any more pills! Every time | take the pills you gave me, | feel dizzier.”

Wayne said calmly, “These are the pills you need to take before meals. If you don’t want to have them right now, you can have them later. But it was the doctor, not me, who prescribed it for you.”

Ryan asked, “So why didn’t the doctor prescribe you medication?”

Wayne didn’t respond but gave him a thoughtful look.

Ryan was a little sluggish to react because he had a bad cold. Then he realized what he meant when he met Wayne’s gaze.

He reached out and took the pills, which he then poured into his mouth. He sipped his water and exclaimed, “Forget it! I shouldn’t have asked you!”

Wayne’s cold, in fact, had long passed. And even if he hadn’t taken the pills, he could have healed himself long ago.

Ryan would have assumed he was still sick if he hadn’t caught him throwing his pills in the trash later.

To return Wayne’s favor, Ryan didn’t tell Anna anything about it.

Wayne didn’t tell Anna that Ryan had recovered his memory, so he pretended to be unaware of it Then they heard the sound of a key turning and opening the door.

Wayne instantly became as supple as a dehydrated vegetable before Ryan could react. He leaned back on the couch and yanked Ryan’s blanket away to cover himself.

Ryan looked at him and said, “You’re such a good actor!”

Anna then entered, carrying two shopping bags.

“Hi, guys! | got you something good to eat,” she said.

Ryan held up his hand and then said, “Yeah! Thank you!”

Anna put on her slippers as she looked at the two men lying imply on the couch.

She asked, “Ryan, don’t you feel cold? You should get a blanket to cover yourself too, just like Wayne did.”

Ryan looked at Wayne as soon as he heard Anna’s words. The blanket was originally his, but it was taken from him by Wayne, who pretended to be ill.

Wayne coughed violently just as they were talking.

And Ryan would like to compliment Wayne’s acting skills if Anna were not present.

Anna immediately approached Wayne, touched his forehead, and said, “What’s the matter? Are you all right? You’ve been sick for a week, Wayne. Why haven’t you got better yet? Let me take you to the hospital.”

Wayne shook his head, and then said in a deliberately low voice, “Oh, no, I’l just rest at home.”

As he spoke, he gave Ryan a wary look.

Ryan bristled, and then went back to his room. He didn’t want to be an eyesore there.

Anna entered the kitchen with the two shopping bags and said, “No, you can’t. Your grandfather just came to pick up Matthew.

So, | guess he’ll want you to go back to work for your group soon.”

Wayne said firmly, “No! I’m not going.” t Then she said, “Why not? Do you still have a grudge against your grandfather? You know, old people are usually stubborn. You should take the chance because he gave you the option.”

Wayne draped a blanket over himself, revealing a sliver of his floral shirt.

“Actually, | think staying here is pretty good for me now,” he said gently, looking around the kitchen.

Anna muttered, “Do you no longer want to work? Well, you are free to do whatever you want. I won’t mind.”

Wayne’s expression changed when he heard this. “Anna, are you still upset about what happened at the banquet the other day?”

he asked.

Anna paused before responding without looking up, “No.”

She appeared to be at a loss for words, but Wayne assumed she was still angry.

So, Wayne explained to Anna one more time, “As | previously said, Rachel told me what Lillian said to everyone that day. Then, |

asked her to stop talking about it. | didn’t realize it was Lillian who said those things at the time, so | kept quiet. I simply didn’t want you to know that you were being slandered.”

“You did say that.” Anna continued to keep her head down. Then, she noticed that Wayne stood up from the couch and approached her.

Anna, in fact, didn’t mind that he and Rachel were alone in the lounge. She was enraged and made a big deal out of it because Lillian had irritated her.

She was no longer taking it seriously, but Wayne seemed to be haunted by it.

After a while, Wayne approached the kitchen door, looked at Anna with concern, and said, “Well, it appears that you have been upset about it. Since that day, you’ve looked preoccupied. What are you thinking about? Why can’t you talk about it with me?”

“Can we stop talking about it?” Anna inhaled and said as calmly as she could.

Confused, Wayne said, “She said that just to frame you.”

“But, what if she was telling the truth?” Looking at him seriously, Anna said in a low voice.