Sir, Madam Dispeared Again After Divorce!

They only thought that making this soup was for the good of Julien and that it could strengthen his body.

They hadn't considered whether he could take the soup.

It wasn't until they saw Julien vomit and look uncomfortable that they realized not everyone could stand the taste.

It was especially true for Julien, who preferred light food. The soup was too heavy for him.

Seeing Julien in a mess, Old Madam felt guilty and said in a low voice, "We stopped you from revealing the ingredients of the soup for his good. We were afraid that he wouldn't drink it." "But now, even if he doesn't know, he still can't drink it." Felicia looked at Julien in distress.

Old Madam was rendered speechless.

After a while, she said with a sigh, "I overestimated this child. I didn't expect him to be so useless that he couldn't stand a mouthful of soup."

The corner of Felicia's mouth twitched, but she said nothing.

Although she was close to Old Madam, at the end of the day, she was still an outsider.

So, while Old Madam could say that Julien was disappointing, she could not.

Furthermore, even though she didn't drink the soup, she knew that its taste couldn't be good.

Not only Julien, but she believed that anyone else would also spit it out.

It was not Julien's fault at all.

Julien was too eager to remove the disgusting flavors in his mouth to listen to what they were saying.

He felt like he had drunk slop rather than soup. The taste was strange and repulsive. It was impossible to swallow.

And this flavor lingered despite that he had spat it out. He could feel the stench in his mouth.

Worse still, the stench kept stimulating his nose and nerves, making his head heavy and his throat sour.

'What kind of soup is this?'

Julien was in agony, feeling tortured.

Sydney, who couldn't bring herself to get to the bottom of it, could feel his torment. In distress, she waited and handed him the water until he stopped vomiting and coughing. "Here, have some water and rinse your mouth."

That was what Julien needed. He took the glass and started rinsing his mouth, eager to wash away the disgusting taste. Soon, the water was used up, and the taste in his mouth became lighter. However, Julien still felt a lot of residues.

Once he opened his mouth, the stench would come out.

He had to cover his mouth when he spoke. "Grandma, be honest with me. What kind of soup is this?"

He stared at the two old ladies across the table with a dark face and red eyes.

Sydney also looked over, eager to know the answer.

She wondered what kind of ingredients they had used to make Julien suffer so much.

Under their gaze, the two old ladies exchanged a look, detecting guilt in each other's eyes.

Felicia tugged at Old Madam's sleeve, asking for her opinion.

Old Madam's eyes swiveled.

'Tell him? Hell no!

'It will piss him off.'

With that in mind, Old Madam suddenly put her palm on her forehead and looked uncomfortable. Her voice was weak as she groaned, "Ow, I have a headache. It's probably because I stayed in the pavilion for too long and caught a cold. I have to go for a rest. Felicia, help me up. Let's go back to my room."

She winked at Felicia and extended her hand.

Taking the hint, Felicia put on an anxious expression and quickly took Old Madam's hand, helping her up. "Are you all right? Hold on a little. I'm taking you back to your room."

She then helped Old Madam to walk outside the pavilion.

Sydney and Julien just sat there, watching their show.

Their poor acting could fool no one.

Sydney shook her head in amusement, but she didn't break it down.

Julien, however, wasn't so generous as he was bent on finding out what kind of soup he was drinking.

He raised his eyes before his deep voice rang out. "Stop!"

With his word, Old Madam and Felicia subconsciously stopped in their tracks.

Julien stood up, putting one hand in his pants pocket and placing the other on the stone table. His cold gaze darted toward the two old ladies. "You want to bugger off after giving me a hard time? It won't be that easy. Just stop pretending to be sick, okay?"

At a place where Sydney couldn't see, Old Madam and Felicia both cringed.

But when they turned back, the embarrassment on their faces immediately faded away, replaced by innocence and confusion.

"Julien, I don't know what you're talking about. I'm not pretending." Old Madam looked at the sky and the ground, just not Julien.

Felicia was on Old Madam's team, so she naturally nodded and echoed her words. "You can't talk to your grandma like that, Mr. Julien. She is in poor health and can't stand the cold wind. You know that. How can you call her pretending?"

"That's right. It really makes me sad to hear that. Oh, the dizziness hits me again. Felicia, let's go." Old Madam weakly leaned on Felicia's shoulder, urging Felicia to take her away.

Felicia didn't want to stay here either, fearing that Julien would get to the bottom of it. She quickly nodded and prepared to leave with Old Madam.

Sydney watched, laughing behind her hand.

For the first time, she found the two old ladies amusing.

Unexpectedly, to avoid the matter, Old Madam resorted to such childish means as pretending to be sick.

It was really hilarious.

Sydney laid her eyes back on the man beside her. Sure enough, Julien's face was getting darker.

She was supposed to sympathize with him.

But the situation was really funny.

Few people in this world could annoy Julien like this.

And most importantly, he could do nothing about it.

He was a helpless victim.

Julien's eyes captured her smiling, and they flickered.

'Watch the fun as you like.

'I'll take care of Grandma and Felicia first. Then it'll be your turn.

'I'll let you know the consequences of laughing at me.'

Julien gathered his thoughts, laying his eyes back on Old Madam and Felicia.

As the two continued to bolt, he coldly curled his lips.

Bent on finding out what games they were playing, he would not let them go so easily.

Hell no!

"I'll call a doctor for you. I can't rest assured if you just go back for a rest, can I?" Julien sneered, narrowing his eyes.