Chapter 437

When I got through to him, I could hear the robotic voice of the airport announcement. I asked with

a frown, "Are you at the airport?"

Theo sounded like he was in a hurry as he said, "I need to run some errands in Salt City. I can't say

for sure what time I'll be back tonight, so don't wait for m e for dinner."

I was just about to tell him that I was not going back for dinner. Well, it did not seem necessary now

that neither of us would be having dinner at home.

After I hung up, I took the takeaway and headed back t o the hospital.

By the time I entered the ward again, the effects of the tranquilizer on Matthew seemed to have

faded. He looked straight at me and asked, "Where’s my mother?"

I pursed my lips and said after a long moment of silence, "In the funeral parlor.”

Despite not witnessing it with my own eyes, I knew for a fact that she did not land in one piece given

the sheer height of the building. The funeral parlor would probably be unable to piece her back

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It was up to Matthew to decide if he wanted to take a look at her body before the cremation.

Matthew did not speak a word further. He stared at the takeaway bag in my hands and asked flatly,

"What did you buy?"

I quickly opened it and replied, "Just some rice and a vegetable dish. Take a look and see if you like

it. Otherwise, I'll go get you something else."

I was worried that he would refuse to eat or dislike the food I got him, so I did not buy much.

Matthew shook his head. "That won't be necessary.”

I put down the bag on the table and removed the takeaway box from inside. Then, I handed him the

plastic utensils. "Try it. Eat as much as you want."

He nodded. He popped open the takeaway box and dug in.

Instead of relief, I felt anxious. I felt uneasy seeing him behave so calmly. It was bizarre to see him

so composed.

A few bites into the meal, he suddenly stopped and looked at me. "Did you eat before coming

back?"

I shook my head and said, "I'm not hungry."

Matthew put down the chopsticks, got up, and dragged me out of the ward. "The food tastes

horrible. Let's go out to eat."

Yikes, how embarrassing that he had to worry about m e instead? I pursed my lips again and made

a suggestion. "Why don’t we go to the apartment? I'll

cook for you."

He would not enjoy dining in a crowded and noisy restaurant right now.

After we got in the car, he said flatly, "Why don’t I cook for you?"

"No way." I frowned. "I'll do it. I mentioned it first.”

Matthew's lips twitched but he did not say anything else.

On the way back, I looked at him several times and found that he was indifferent. There did not

seem to b e anything unusual about him. It was not until the car stopped at the intersection that I

saw the hatred in his eyes and understood what kind of feelings he held in his heart.

'But who was his hatred directed to?'

Upon arriving at the apartment, I noticed rather belatedly that we had nothing in the refrigerator.

Hence, I decided to go to the supermarket downstairs. Matthew wanted to tag along, but I refused.

I quickly made my way downstairs and bought a few ingredients. Afterward, I went back and started

to cook.

Once I was done, I called for Matthew. He was sitting o n the sofa in the living room, looking at his

phone. I called out his name repeatedly, but he did not respond. I walked over. "Matthew, the food is

ready."

He finally lifted his head and glanced at me. Then, he got up from the sofa.

He looked absolutely horrifying in this emotionless state.