My Wife Wants a Divorce by Red Little Fruit

Chapter 113 Nausea

"President Flint called to tell me, so I came to visit you, " Sydney replied.

The Old Madam feigned an angry grunt. "That little brat. I told him not to tell you."

"Grandma." Sydney shook her arm petulantly. "Did you not want to tell me because you don't like me?"

"Of course, not." The Old Madam lovingly stroked Sydney's hair. "I just didn't want you to worry."

"But you not telling me is what caused me to worry. If I only found out late that you had fallen, I would've regretted why I didn't know earlier so I could come and see you." Sydney touched the back of the old woman's hand. "Grandma, you can't do this again. You must tell me if anything happens."

"Yes, I also think that Syd is right," Felicia finished arranging the flowers and said with approval.

The Old Madam laughed so happily she could not close her mouth. "Okay, okay. I'll tell you next time."

"That's better." Sydney also laughed.

"Old Madam, let Syd accompany you. I'll go to the doctor and ask what you need to pay attention to." Felicia wiped her hands and spoke.

"Go ahead." The Old Madam nodded.

When Felicia left, the Old Madam took Sydney's hand. "Syd, tell me. How have you been these days?"

"Okay," Sydney responded.

Then, she briefly told her about some recent events.

She only talked about the good happenings and did not mention being targeted by the Graham family because she did not want to worry the Old Madam.

After talking for an unknown amount of time, two laughing voices suddenly sounded from outside the ward.

Sydney could immediately tell that they were Velma and Lyra.

The Old Madam also heard them. The kindness on her face disappeared in an instant and turned into indifference.

Soon, the door opened, and Velma and Lyra came in while talking and laughing.

Sydney frowned with displeasure.

What was wrong with these two people?

Grandma was sick, but they were still laughing so happily.

"Ms. Raines?" Lyra noticed Sydney first and a look of surprise surfaced.

When Velma heard this, she turned around and saw Sydney sitting by the Old Madam's bedside. Her expression sank and her voice became sharp. "What are you doing here? Who let you in?"

Before Sydney could answer, the Old Madam held her hand tightly and spoke in a cold voice, "I told Syd to come. Do you have a problem with that?"

Velma choked and then laughed. "What are you talking about, Mom? Of course, I don't have a problem with that. However, she's just an outsider. It's not good for you to ask her to come."

The Old Madam snorted coldly. "Who said that Syd is an outsider? Even if she was forced aside by a certain someone and divorced Julien, she's still my granddaughter."

"Grandma..." Sydney looked at the Old Madam, touched.

To the side, Lyra lowered her head and covered the distortion on her face.

She knew that the "certain someone” the Old Madam mentioned was referring to her.

"Yes yes yes, she's your granddaughter. She's your granddaughter, okay?" Velma smiled obsequiously, but she secretly glared fiercely at Sydney.

She did not know what the Old Madam liked about that damned girl.

The Old Madam was still so protective of her even after she left the Flint family for so long.

"Grandma, it's getting late now. I should go." Sydney looked at her watch and offered to leave.

She had wanted to stay with the Old Madam for a while.

However, now that her two most hated people, Velma and Lyra, were here, she did not want to stay any longer.

The Old Madam grabbed Sydney's hand and refused to let go. "Stay a little longer. Grandma has something to give to you later."

"Me?" Although Sydney was confused, she was smart enough not to ask anything.

Lyra bit her lower lip, her heart full of jealousy.

During this period, she visited and tried to please the Old Madam multiple times, but the woman was still lukewarm to her.

However, the Old Madam saw Sydney and immediately wanted to give her something. How could she?

Velma was also unhappy and narrowed her eyes." Mom, if it's something good, why not just give it to one of our own? Why should you give it away to someone else?"

"You shameless thing." The Old Madam's face hardened. "You only know how to stare at other people's pockets. That problem of yours hasn't changed even after marrying into the Flint family for more than ten years. Also, I'm free to give my belongings to whoever I want. You have no right to question me. Besides, this originally belonged to Syd in the first place."

Sydney raised her brows.

Was Velma not Julien's mother?

Julien was already thirty this year. How could Velma only have married into the Flint family for ten or so years?

Velma did not get angry at the Old Madam's scolding and pulled her lips. "Who knows if it's hers or not? Belongs to © n0velDrama.Org.

You must just be saying that on purpose."

"You..." The Old Madam was furious and suddenly started to cough. She coughed until her old face turned red.

"Grandma!" Sydney saw this and did not care to think about Velma anymore. Her face tightened as she hurriedly went forward to gently pat the woman's chest, trying to soothe her breath.

Velma was so frightened she did not know where to put her hands. "I... I didn't mean to do it."

She did not know why this old woman was so fragile.

She prayed that the Old Madam was fine, otherwise, she would be finished.

Perhaps the heavens heard her prayers, and the Old Madam's breath gradually calmed down under Sydney's soothing.

Sydney sighed in relief, and so did Velma.

Only Lyra was disappointed.

She wanted something to happen to the Old Madam.

That way, no one in the Flint family would object to her marrying Julien.

"Mom, try the chicken soup I cooked for you." Velma looked around and hurriedly changed the topic, not mentioning that she had angered the Old Madam earlier.

The Old Madam also knew what she was doing and snorted coldly, not bothering to answer her.

Velma placed the thermos on the bed.

As soon as it was opened, the strong scent of chicken soup wafted out.

For some reason, Sydney became nauseous when she smelled the fragrance. Her stomach churned and she could not help but cover her mouth as she dry-heaved. Her face also turned pale.

When Lyra saw her like this, she first frowned and then suddenly thought of something. Her eyes widened as she looked at Sydney's stomach incredulously.

"Syd, what's wrong? Are you okay?" the Old Madam looked at Sydney and asked with concern.

Sydney took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the urge to vomit, and forced a smile on her face, shaking

her head. "Don't worry, Grandma. I'm fine."

"You don't look fine to me. Are you sick?"

"Maybe it was because I blew in the cold breeze when I drove over. It's nothing," Sydney replied.

The Old Madam frowned disapprovingly. "It's easy to catch a cold from the cold wind. It's better to invite a doctor over to take a look."

"No!" Lyra subconsciously shouted out before Sydney could answer.

Everyone looked at her.

A trace of panic flashed across Lyra's face. She knew that her reaction just now was too large and made them suspicious, so she hurriedly lowered her head and explained, "Sorry, Old Madam. A mosquito was about to bite me just now, so I was chasing it away."

"A mosquito?" Velma looked around. "That can't be. There are no mosquitoes here."

Lyra's expression almost cracked as she cursed Velma in her heart.

That idiot.

Was she trying to expose her?

"Enough, stop looking around. You're going to spill the soup." The Old Madam looked at Velma who could not even hold the soup steadily and was disgusted in her heart.

Sydney looked at Lyra suspiciously for a few moments and lowered her eyes in contemplation.

Was Lyra chasing away a mosquito, or was she stopping her from seeing a doctor?

At that thought, Sydney decided to test the waters and smiled at the Old Madam. "Grandma, there's no need to see a doctor. There's cold medicine at home, so I can just take a pill later."

Lyra instantly breathed a huge sigh of relief when she heard this.

Great. She originally thought that if Sydney agreed to let the doctor come over, she would find a chance to slip out, talk to the doctor first, and make a deal with him.

Now, there was no need to.

Sydney had been watching Lyra's reaction out of the corner of her eye. Her eyes narrowed when she saw how relieved Lyra was.

Sure enough, Lyra was preventing her from seeing a doctor.

However, why did Lyra do that? Was there some kind of secret about her?