A Cue for Happiness

Chapter 192 The Consequences Of Messing With Me

Natalie had a mixed feeling inside her as she felt Christopher’s pulse.

It’s most probably a congenital illness.

She reckoned that he had to have received multiple treatments throughout the years. Hence, he seemed like any other normal human from the outside.

However, this innate illness was like a timed bomb to Christopher, and nobody knew when it might be triggered one day.

“You… You must have suffered a lot since young because of your illness, right?” Natalie asked without thinking.

Christopher paused at her question.

Not many people knew about his illness.

Not even his mother, whose only wish was for him to live, knew. She cared about his achievements and social status, yet she had no idea of the suffering his illness caused him.

“Your mother could’ve been harmed by someone when she was pregnant with you. That’s why your body is so weak,” Natalie added. “Which also might be why your lung disease got worse.”

Disbelief flashed through the depths of Christopher’s eyes.

disease by just feeling his pulse. Not to mention, she also guessed

cause. Moreover, you’ve been using this method for more than ten years. Your body has likely already built up an immunity due to having

continued, “That’s why you’re in more excruciating pain than any other person with a similar condition would be. That’s why you’re so determined to get that snakeblood fruit no matter what. You’re hoping desperately that it can relieve the

stare before abruptly reaching out and grabbing her

you really know how to cure

her head seriously, resisting

“Yes.”

“Really?” Christopher frowned.

I’m not lying.” Natalie stared at him with a convincing gaze.

away in three days’ time. Or

as she was about to speak up and

“I trust her.”

“Mr. Collins…”

I

rubbed her reddened neck, a sigh of relief escaping

think. Besides, I have my principles.

stared at

not give much thought to that stare. Instead, she merely

head to the Collins residence for your treatment in three days, Mr. Collins. Please excuse