Chapter 150 Where Did the Child Come From?
Elizabeth was about to get up to take a closer look at Timothy's collarbone.
Her phone on the bedside table suddenly rang.
Timothy, who had been resting, suddenly opened his eyes at the ringtone. Seeing she was awake, he asked in a slightly hoarse voice, "Elizabeth, are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere?"
"No, it's my phone."
Timothy helped Elizabeth sit up and lean against the headboard, then handed her the phone.
It was a call from Tom.
Elizabeth unlocked it with her fingerprint, entered the home screen, and answered.
Tom said, "Did you forget about tonight's birthday celebration?"
Elizabeth apologized to Tom, "Please wish Claire a happy birthday for me. I'm not feeling well and I'm still at the hospital."
Tom heard Elizabeth's response.
He instinctively turned to look at Armando, who had suddenly come along to the birthday celebration tonight.
"Then rest well."
Tom hung up.
"Elizabeth's not feeling well, she's still at the hospital."
Claire was sitting right next to Tom. "Health comes first. Which hospital is Elizabeth at? I'll visit her tomorrow."
Tom obediently sent a message to ask Elizabeth.
Elizabeth quickly replied.
Tom said, "Massachusetts General Hospital, room 1201."
Armando put down his teacup. "I'm leaving first, I have business to handle."
Tom silently complained in his heart—what business to handle? It's clearly because Elizabeth didn't come.
He had never invited Armando to his girlfriend Claire's birthday celebration.
Who knew that when getting off work today, Armando would suddenly tell Tom he was coming, and even came fully prepared with a birthday gift.
Armando was really being polite.
It was just very obvious he was there for Elizabeth.
Back at the hospital, after Elizabeth put down her phone, Timothy asked if she was hungry.
"I am."
"I already had someone prepare porridge, it's being kept warm for you." Timothy stood up and went to get the porridge.
Elizabeth's thoughts were still on Timothy's collarbone.
She seemed to have seen a tiny, faint mole, just a little dot.
Normally no one would notice such a small detail.
But when it came to intimacy, Elizabeth liked to nibble on Timothy's collarbone and knew everything about it very well.
Timothy's collarbone had no spots, no moles at all.
Of course, she might be wrong judging by just this one thing.
Timothy brought over a bowl of porridge and sat down.
He tested the bowl's temperature with the back of his hand. "I'll feed you."
Elizabeth frowned and deliberately looked toward his collarbone. "Why only porridge? I want to eat other food."
His clothes were already buttoned up, nothing could be seen.
"This isn't plain porridge, it's lean meat porridge. I'll get you something delicious tomorrow," he coaxed her. "I'll peel an apple for you later."
Looking at Timothy like this, Elizabeth deeply doubted herself.
She needed to find another chance to look at Timothy's collarbone again.
"Elizabeth, open up."
Elizabeth was speechless. "Are you coaxing a child? Give it to me, I'll eat it myself."
Her body was still weak, so even as she said this, her voice was soft.
"No, I'll feed you. I'm afraid you don't even have the strength to hold a spoon." Timothy had already brought the porridge to her lips and said, "Be good and eat."
Elizabeth knew she couldn't keep arguing about this—her stomach was really hungry.
She opened her mouth and ate.
One was responsible for eating, one for feeding.
The atmosphere between them looked very warm.
Armando was standing outside room 1201. Through the small glass window on the door, he saw Timothy feeding Elizabeth porridge. Armando pressed his thin lips together, turned, and left.
Armando had chosen to work with Jake in the past because he'd heard from foreign friends that Jake, when studying abroad years ago, had been specially invited to join Celestial Horizon Collective.
That research institution gathered only geniuses.
He never expected Jake couldn't beat Timothy.
Inside the hospital room.
Timothy finished feeding the porridge and wiped Elizabeth's mouth.
Every action was very thoughtful.
He took the empty bowl to wash it.
When he came out from washing the bowl, he took an apple to wash.
Elizabeth stared openly at Timothy.
Even when he sat down with the apple and a fruit knife, she was still watching him.
Timothy's lazy and teasing voice sounded in her ears, "Had enough of looking?"
"Not enough." Elizabeth sighed. Looking at Timothy, she said, "Can you tell me about what happened in Aquilonia this time?"
Timothy was peeling the apple, his deep gaze looking at Elizabeth.
Elizabeth stared into Timothy's eyes.
His eyes also looked like Timothy's.
How could there be such identical eyes in the world?
It was simply unbelievable.
Maybe she had been seeing things again just now, maybe she'd seen that spot on the collarbone wrong.
Elizabeth deliberately looked at Timothy with grievance. "Can't you tell me? You had an accident in Aquilonia this time, I was really worried. You still want to hide it from me?"
Timothy said lightly, "It's not that I can't tell you, it's just that it's already over. If you want to hear it, I'll tell you."
His apple-peeling technique was very good—thin and not easy to break.
Elizabeth looked at his hands.
His fingers were slender, a bit thinner.
"I went to Aquilonia this time to see Jake one last time. I didn't expect to encounter a bombing attack. Jake was my sister's fiancé." He paused here.
He looked up, his tone gentle. "My sister died on the operating table. To be precise, she died in my hands. I was the one who operated on her, and then Jake went crazy."
Timothy raised his hand. He was still holding the fruit knife.
It was quite creepy.
Elizabeth swallowed.
Timothy's words were very steady and light, but somehow made her feel a lot of pressure.
Elizabeth tugged at the blanket and asked softly, "So Jake, is he gone?"
The hospital room was quiet for a while.
Timothy smiled faintly and said calmly, "Yes, he's dead. That explosion killed him. These past few years he's been biting people like a madman. For him, this is also a kind of relief."
In that explosion, Timothy couldn't possibly have had a chance to survive.
Timothy put the peeled apple on a plate and cut it into pieces, each piece very uniform, like he had OCD.
"I originally planned to take you back to Border Ridge City to get married next week. Now let's wait until your body recovers, then we'll go. What do you think?"
Elizabeth nodded. "Okay. But, when you came back, did you not watch the news? Emma gave birth to twins for you."
Timothy's expression froze slightly. He pulled at the corner of his mouth.
He used a fork to pick up a piece of apple and fed it to Elizabeth, saying with a smile, "You're my only woman. Where would twins come from?"
After he finished feeding Elizabeth the apple, he took the plate to wash.
Timothy looked at himself in the mirror and smiled silently.