"You need to go to the pharmacy and get me some allergy medicine. I can hold on until tomorrow morning."Upon seeing Sophie's determination not to go to the hospital, Cedric's frown deepened. A vein throbbed on his forehead as his fists clenched involuntarily. He sighed but respected her decision."I’ll go right now. Wait for me," he said.The door clicked shut behind him as Sophie pulled herself up from the toilet. She wondered if the vomiting had expelled some allergens because she suddenly felt slightly better. Deep inside, Cedric's words had stirred a sense of anticipation she hadn't felt in years.Maintaining a composed exterior, Cedric left the villa, but his urgency showed in his hurried steps.Traffic crawled, and his honking was futile. Red light cameras flashed as he sped through intersections, swerving and changing lanes with little regard for the rules.He quickly bought the allergy medication and hurried back, but God seemed to toy with him, turning every traffic lig

At the hospital.Sophie had completed her examination, and the doctor was reviewing her medical report. "The allergic reaction is not too severe, but I recommend that Mrs. Carlson undergo IV treatment for three days for optimal recovery.""Three days?" Sophie felt this was excessive. The red bumps on her skin had mostly faded, and she thought some allergy medication would suffice.However, Cedric, standing beside her, said firmly, "Start it immediately.""I'll prepare the paperwork for Mrs. Carlson right away," the doctor said without hesitation.With a quick flourish of his pen, he wrote out a prescription.Cedric took the paper and paid before a nurse escorted Sophie to the infusion room."Mrs. Carlson, this might sting a bit. Please try to stay still," the nurse said gently.Normally, her voice would have been soothing, but Sophie's mind was elsewhere."Nurse, could you avoid using the back of my hand for the injection? Could we use a less noticeable spot?" Sophie asked, th

"It's all gone. Should I go out to buy some more?" Mrs. Carrie asked."Yes, hurry up and go. Make sure to pick the freshest ones," Jeff instructed."Alright." Mrs. Carrie put down her work, took off her apron, grabbed her wallet, and headed out the door cheerfully.In a good mood, even the bustling supermarket on the TV program became a pleasant sight.Jeff smiled contentedly, thinking that once Sophie and Cedric reconciled, Austin would naturally give up on her. By then, if either of them could give birth to another grandson or granddaughter for the Carlsons, he would have no more regrets in this life."With the arrival of the raspberry season, many viewers who enjoy the sweet and sour taste of raspberries will indulge in this delicious fruit. However, we remind everyone to pay attention to freshness when selecting raspberries. Before eating them, be sure to soak them in diluted saltwater to get rid of any microorganisms and bacteria."More importantly, those who have never eate

Looking at her increasingly broad figure, Sophie could not help but worry a little. Although obesity did not run in their family, growing fatter would be inevitable if this were to continue.Footsteps sounded outside the door again, and Sophie withdrew her gaze and saw Tristan walking in with his backpack. Naturally, she waved and greeted him with a smile, "Tristan, there's cake in the fridge. Put your backpack away, wash your hands, and have some.""Thank you, Ms. Luxford." Tristan nodded politely and hung his backpack on the rack. As he turned, he noticed Cherry's backpack lying haphazardly and frowned slightly, but he had already walked up to it.Perhaps the zipper wasn't zipped properly. When he lifted the backpack to help her hang it, its contents spilled out. In an attempt to do a good deed, he actually made it worse.Embarrassed, Tristan glanced toward the dining hall where Cherry was happily eyeing her cake. A hint of resignation flickered in his calm eyes as he reached out

"Cherry and I are good friends, so you should be friends with me too," Collin said with a tone of entitlement. He seemed to believe that offering his friendship was a privilege everyone would eagerly accept.When he didn't get the expected response after a few seconds, his thick eyebrows furrowed in dissatisfaction. "Don't you want to be friends with me? I'm Cherry's friend. Do you know, besides her deskmate, she talks to me the most in our class?""What does she talk to you about?" Tristan, who had been silent until now, suddenly spoke up. His usual polite tone carried a barely perceptible chill."Cherry tells me..."The words "to stop kicking my chair" almost slipped out, but Collin held them back. Realizing that it might undermine the domineering demeanor his father had told him to uphold, he straightened his posture and said gruffly, "Why should I tell you?"After all, he was the boy who talked to Cherry the most, and that was enough for him.Tristan's eyes narrowed slightly,