I Love You, Miss Genius

Bonnie slept until the afternoon. She yawned as she went downstairs. Then, she saw Sydney and Gunnar sitting on the couch chatting with Sigmund. The trio laughed as they talked, creating a wholesome atmosphere.

However, Sydney and Gunnar’s expressions stiffened when they saw Bonnie. It shattered the trio’s harmonious moment.

Sigmund noticed the duo’s expressions and realized something was amiss. When he turned and saw Bonnie, his expression softened and turned tender. “Bonnie, you’re up! Are you hungry? I’ll tell the chef to prepare some food for you.”

She smiled and shook her head. “That’s okay. Grandpa. I slept for so long that I lost my appetite. I just need to rest for a while more. I’ll join you for dinner, though.”

“Hey, you can’t just starve yourself,” Sigmund said before yelling toward the back, “Alfred! Tell the chef to prepare some spaghetti for Bonnie! We need to put some food in her belly!”

corner and immediately responded,

about to head to the kitchen when Sigmund added, “Wait, Bonnie says she doesn’t have much appetite. Tell the chef

I’ll tell the chef.” Alfred said before striding toward the

Bonnie did not argue. Instead, she sat

they saw how much Sigmund doted on

stairs. The former felt much more rageful as she watched

with a daughter-in-law who sleeps until the afternoon? vor works hard daily, yet she doesn’t even consider helping She’s a sloth, so why did you tell the chef to prepare food for her? In my opinion, you should let her

an annoying aunt lecturing her

you by starving you to death if you did? That must be why you’re veriting your frustrations on

that?!” Sydney retorted, “Also, are you sick? You look fit as a fiddle with your rosy cheeks, you little brat.” Bonnie scoffed. “I didn’t know you’re capable of telling whether or not someone’s sick based on their looks alone. You’re making the miracle doctor look