She got up quietly and slumped on the edge of the bed. Looking at his handsome sleeping face, she couldn’t help smiling. "Good morning, Hubby."

She said softly. And then she got up and walked into the bathroom.

After washing up, she came back and put away the mattress before walking out quietly.

Unexpectedly, as soon as she walked out, Christopher woke up.

He glanced at her retreating figure and couldn’t help but sigh.

What on earth should he do to drive her out? He hadn’t slept much last night.

The more Christopher thought about it, the more upset he became. He simply rolled over and continued to close his eyes.

Downstairs, when Janice walked down, Nanny Daisy was the only one busy in the kitchen.

She walked in. "Morning."

Nanny Daisy saw her come in. "Mrs. Bateman, why didn’t you sleep a little longer?"

Janice said, "I couldn’t sleep. Well, what breakfast are you making this morning? I’ll help you."

She glanced at the seafood on the table top and was about to reach out when Nanny Daisy stopped her.

"That won’t do. How can I let you do it? Let me do it."

Nanny Daisy took the item from her hands as she spoke.

Janice did not force herself to do it. After all, her cooking skills weren’t that good.

Nanny Daisy cleaned up the seafood as she said, "Old Mr. Allson can only eat the semi-liquid diet. Mr. Bateman should also be on a light diet, so I plan on making seafood porridge. Old Mr. Allson’s porridge should be cooked until it’s a bit marshy so that he can easily digest it."

Upon hearing Nanny Daisy’s meticulous arrangements, Janice felt embarrassed.

She didn’t know anything about cooking, so she might have to learn more from Nanny Daisy in the future.

She said, "Nanny Daisy, how about this? While I’m living here, don’t treat me as Mrs. Bateman. Just think of me as your assistant cook. If there is anything you need help with, you can let me do it."

"That won’t do. Old Mr. Allson and Miss Allson won’t agree with it." Nanny Daisy said.

Janice said, "Don’t worry about that. I’ll tell my mother-in-law later. And she’ll agree."

Nanny Daisy hesitated for a moment when she heard that, then nodded. "Alright then."

"Thank you, Nanny Daisy," said Janice happily.

When she thought that she could learn cooking from Nanny Daisy in the future, she couldn’t help smiling.

"What makes you so happy?"

Speaking of the devil, Amelia’s voice suddenly came from behind her.

Janice immediately turned around and said, "Good morning."

Amelia smiled. "Morning, what did you just say to Nanny Daisy? You looked so happy."

Hearing Amelia’s question, Janice told her she wanted to learn cooking from Nanny Daisy.

Amelia was quite supportive of her idea. "Of course, you can learn if you want to, but Chris is pretty good at cooking too. Are you sure you don’t want to learn from him?"

Amelia said meaningfully.

However, Janice lowered her head, pursing her lips.

She thought, "He hates me so much now, so how could he teach me?"

As if she could read her mind, Amelia said, "It’s been hard on you these days, but you don’t have to worry. Chris will remember you."

Janice raised her head when she heard this. And then she nodded to Amelia, for she’d always firmly believed this.

Amelia was relieved to see she had so much confidence.

She suddenly thought of something and said, "By the way, you want to see Grandpa, right? The doctor just said his indicators have been stable and that he could go out in the sun, so why don’t you take him outside?"

Janice nodded.

When she went out, she found that Old Mr. Allson was already in a wheelchair.

She hurriedly stepped forward.

"Grandpa."

She went to the wheelchair, looked at Old Mr. Allson, who was pale and seemed to have lost a lot of weight, and slowly squatted down.

...

Come to think of it, she hadn’t seen Old Mr. Allson in a while, partly because she had been Nathan’s prisoner, but also partly because she felt guilty.

After all, Old Mr. Allson’s illness had suddenly worsened because of her, so she had felt quite guilty.

When Old Mr. Allson saw her, a gratified smile appeared on his face. "Good child... you are finally back."

Janice nodded with tears in her eyes. "Mm. Grandpa, you should try to recover quickly too."

As she spoke, she got up and was about to push his wheelchair when a pair of big hands suddenly reached out and grabbed the handles of the wheelchair.

"Stay away from my grandfather."

Janice was stunned, then slowly looked at Christopher who was the one who said those words, and she saw vigilance in his eyes.

Was he on guard against her?

Why?

She was still trying to figure it out when he pushed the wheelchair toward the door.

Janice stood there, upset.

He could forget her and treat her as a stranger, but he should not be on guard against her.

This was a huge blow to her.

Thus, she followed him.

Christopher pushed his grandfather’s wheelchair slowly out of the yard.

There was a small park outside the Allson’s villa.

At this time, it was the most comfortable period. The sun had not completely risen yet, and there was a light breeze. It was neither cold nor hot. Everything was perfect, which was most suitable for a morning stroll.

Christopher slowly walked on the park path with Old Mr. Allson.

"Grandpa, look, someone is practicing with a sword over there."

Old Mr. Allson flicked a glance in the direction that he was pointing, but quickly retracted his gaze.

"You shouldn’t have said those words to Janice just now."

Amelia did not hide from Old Mr. Allson the fact that his grandson had amnesia, so

he knew.

Hearing his grandfather’s words, Christopher said in bad mood. "You are on her side."

Hearing that, Old Mr. Allson could not help frowning.

"I’m not speaking up for her. She’s your wife. You should believe her."

Old Mr. Allson knew better than to say too much.

Christopher did not speak. He did not want to argue with his grandfather.

He had his own judgment, and he would draw a conclusion whether Janice was a good or bad woman, but it was definitely not now.

He changed the topic. "Grandpa, let me push you over there."

As he spoke, he pushed Old Mr. Allson toward a big tree not far away.

Janice followed closely behind, neither too far nor too close.

She wanted to go forward and ask Christopher why he was on guard against her.

However, on second thought, he forgot everything they shared, so to him, she was a stranger.

If so, wasn’t it normal to be wary of a stranger?

Since that was the case, there was no need for her to ask.

It would only upset him.

Thinking of this, she stopped following.

She stood there and watched from a distance as he parked the wheelchair under the tree. She did not know what he said to Old Mr. Allson, but he tilted his head toward the sky.

Therefore, she also looked up at the sky.

At this moment, the sky was suffused with a dim yellow glow, and the sun was gradually rising.

Staring at the sky, she couldn’t help thinking of the last time Christopher took her to the beach to watch the sunrise.

That scene was still vivid in her mind.

How she wished she could go there again!

It was a pity that with Christopher’s current attitude towards her, he might not be willing to do it.

Thinking of this, she hung her head, depressed.

"Grandpa wants you to come over."

...

All of a sudden, a voice came from above Janice’s head.

She slowly lifted her head and saw Christopher’s familiar face. She didn’t know when he had arrived, but he was looking at her with reluctance.

Janice knew that Christopher was on guard against her, but since Old Mr. Allson asked for her, there was no reason not to go.

Therefore, without saying a word, she walked to Old Mr. Allson’s side.

Christopher followed her with a frown.

"Grandpa."

Old Mr. Allson flicked a glance at Janice and smiled, "Janice, come chat with me."

He noticed that she had been standing there for a long time.

Hearing this, Janice didn’t say anything, but subconsciously looked at Christopher.

When he met her gaze, Christopher was puzzled.

"Why is she looking at me? It was Grandpa who wanted to chat with her, not me."

He turned his face away spitefully.

Janice nodded in assent when she saw that Christopher didn’t object. "Alright."

After that, she told Old Mr. Allson about what was happening on the Internet recently. Old Mr. Allson was very amused and laughed happily, leaving Christopher standing there alone.

He glared at the two of them as they chatted, feeling a little depressed. Why did he feel like he was unnecessary?

The more he thought about it, the angrier he felt. He immediately interrupted Janice and said, "If you don’t know how to chat, then don’t. What nonsense are you spouting?"

His face was full of disdain.

Janice’s excitement was dealt a severe blow by Christopher, so she lowered her eyes dejectedly.

Old Mr. Allson hastily comforted her, "Janice, don’t listen to him. Keep talking to Grandpa, I like it."

Janice knew that Old Mr. Allson was just trying to comfort her, but she still felt warm in her heart. She nodded and continued talking.

However, Christopher felt very unhappy, so he went back to the villa alone. "Son, didn’t you go with Grandpa for a stroll? Why are you back alone?"

Amelia saw him coming back alone and asked.

Christopher frowned. "Grandpa has someone to accompany him, so I came back first."

As he spoke, he walked upstairs with a gloomy face.

Amelia naturally knew that he was referring to Janice. She shook her head helplessly as she watched him go upstairs.

"Silly boy, there will be a day when you would want to punch yourself for your behavior now."

In the evening, Amelia asked Nanny Daisy to prepare a feast.

This was the first time the whole family ate together after the incident, and Amelia attached great importance to it.

Looking at the three generations of people gathered at the table, she suddenly sighed with emotion in her heart.

"Come, let’s raise our glasses to celebrate Father’s and Christopher’s discharge." Amelia raised her glass first.

Neither Old Mr. Allson nor Christopher was allowed to drink alcohol, so they drank tea. Janice, with her low alcohol tolerance, was drinking juice.

So Amelia was the only one drinking alcohol.

However, Amelia did not mind, she lifted her glass and toasted everyone else.

"I hope that Chris and Dad will get better soon." Amelia downed her wine emotionally.

Janice was moved by Amelia’s hopefulness and nodded firmly. "They will."

She then downed all the juice in her cup.

Amelia was happy Janice was as highly spirited as her.

The dinner suddenly became harmonious, which made Janice forget her morning dejection.

Halfway through the meal, she even put food into Christopher’s bowl. "Hubby, this dish can accelerate the healing of your wound. Eat more of this."