My Arrogant Fiancée Is an All Round Genius

Chapter 61 Are You an Idiot?

The 8th floor of the South Wing A inpatient area was entirely made up of private rooms, complete with air conditioning, televisions, and even equipped with individual refrigerators and a small private living room.

Stephanie's palms were sweating with nervousness at that moment. She had hurried home after school in the afternoon, changed her clothes and carefully put on makeup, then followed Lawson to the hospital to visit a relative who was said to be of extremely high status from Nemmington. Although the Stark family was wealthy, they still couldn't squeeze into the upper echelons in Melcester, let alone touch the fringes of Nemmington.

So when they heard Lawson say that the person they were going to visit was young in age but the darling of the entire Cooper family, even

• Celia had to coax and pamper, they knew this was a little ancestor who could not be offended.

She was so nervous all the way that even Lawson noticed.

Before entering the ward, he gently squeezed her shoulder and comforted her in a soft voice, "Don't worry, you've prepared so many toys for Alfi. You're so kind, he will like you."

"Besides, I was right there with you, what was there to be afraid of?"

Stephanie, with her delicate and fair complexion, felt slightly relieved upon hearing his words. She shyly lowered her eyelids, took his arm, and whispered, "I'm afraid I might not do well and embarrass you." Lawson loved the way she completely depended on him, something

123

and gently hooked the girl's nose with his finger, smiling slightly, exuding masculinity: "Silly girl. Aren't I here? My mom and brother are

Stephanie thought about encountering Celia again, she would recall the scene of them

held Lawson's hand and together, they

***

the hospital

in his

always been

Is Alfi okay?"

Celia just gave a nonchalant 'hmm'

he was still taking out his anger on her for what happened at Melcester

more wronged. It wasn't her fault, after all, who knew that Myrna was the type to take matters into her own hands? Celia herself hadn't even told them that her relative was a good-for-nothing rich kid who hung around

spoke to her softly, helping her

a pear for Alfi? How about peeling a pear for

lack of opportunities to showcase herself, nodded hastily