On the other side, Nathalie Quinlan had already returned to Rhine.
Alfred Garland went out to escort Sadam Vinson and hasn’t returned yet.
There’s only Amadeus Yancey at ho.
After Nathalie ca back.
The man on the sofa stood up, walked over, and handed her a pair of slippers: "Back so soon?"
Nathalie put on the shoes and walked inside, looking tired and not hiding anything from him: "I went downstairs to et Ellen Quarles, and there’s nothing to talk about with her, so it wasn’t necessary to waste ti."
She walked to the refrigerator, opened the door, took out a bottle of ice water, twisted the cap, and her black bangs fell down perfectly covering her brow bone. The girl’s eyes were lowered, obscuring the emotions in her pupils, but Amadeus just knew Nathalie wasn’t in a good mood.
He walked over, snatched the ice water from her hand, poured her a cup of hot water, and handed it back: "Your period is coming, drink sothing warm to avoid stomach ache when the ti cos."
Nathalie herself is a Chinese dicine practitioner, but nstrual pain requires long-term dicinal adjustnt.
Nathalie is too lazy; let alone having her brew dicine herself every month for two or three years to eradicate this old issue.
Even if soone else brewed dicine for her, she might not drink it tily and regularly.
After all, she is busy with endless tasks all day long, and once she gets busy, she even forgets to eat.
Let alone consuming any dicinal Chinese herbs for adjustnt.
So every month when her period starts, she has severe stomach pain, and she usually relies on Ibuprofen to resolve it.
However, Ibuprofen only has limited effect; even when Nathalie takes painkillers, she can’t do anything for that half day except curl up on the sofa.
The ice water was taken from her hand, and then the man handed her a mug of warm plain boiling water. Nathalie was montarily taken aback, but after the confusion, she didn’t say anything and obediently cradled the mug, lowered her head, and took a sip of water.
Drinking hot water during this season is definitely a kind of physical and ntal torture, but after the warm plain water went down, Nathalie’s rebellious aura diminished quite a bit.
She held the mug and walked in the direction of the sofa.
Amadeus also poured himself a cup of water and walked back with her.
After walking over, he saw the girl, lacking interest, curled up on one side of the sofa unwilling to talk much, and chuckled softly: "What did Ellen Quarles say to you?"
He paused, his handso face seemingly lazy and noble, yet his eyes restrained an extre sharpness: "Did she say sothing suicidal again?"
Nathalie moved slowly and shook her head, lazily: "Not really."
Amadeus raised his brow: "No?"
Nathalie lifted her eyelids, her dark pupils looked at him, her emotions quite restrained: "She admitted that the thing with Audrick Zachmann had nothing to do with Evelyn Quarles; it was all her doing. She asked to forgive her and the Quarles family. She also said that the Quarles family and she had already paid the price, and Audrick Zachmann wasn’t severely hard, asking to be more forgiving and not to be too extre in my actions..."
Amadeus’s smile faded, probably understanding why Nathalie wasn’t in a good mood after coming back.
This person Ellen Quarles, her thick skin isn’t obvious.
She can actually confidently say such things to her.
He couldn’t help but glance at the girl, his voice deep and slightly teasing without aning to: "What did you say to her?"
Nathalie uttered an ’Ah’, speaking indifferently and quite unseriously: "I told her if she says another word, I’ll let the Quarles Family vanish along with her. Then I left, and she didn’t stop ."
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