"You're so spoiled, boss, my goodness!" Noreen said in an irritated tone.
"I don't want to eat, why do you keep forcing me!" Thiery snapped, annoyed.
"But you have to take your medicine, sir," Noreen said, grabbing a tissue and wiping Thiery's porridge-stained lips. "It's dangerous if your stomach is empty. Mr. Beta Sander said you haven't eaten since yesterday."
Noreen's brows furrowed as she looked at Thiery, who was leaning back on his bed with his eyes closed.
Noreen asked one of the mansion's servants to make some porridge so her boss could eat and take his medicine, but after three mouthfuls, he vomited the porridge back into the bowl and kept his mouth shut, avoiding the spoon in Noreen's hand.
Noreen felt like she was taking care of Jonathan when her son was unwell. So spoiled
