"I do all this for you, for our family. I won't let others behind your back stab you in the back and call you a living saint."
I looked at her, speechless.
Seeing me giving no response, Saoirse grew impatient and impatiently tossed her hair. "Alright, stop fooling around. I've already asked Helena to prepare dinner to celebrate."
"As the host, you should at least show some courtesy."
She turned to help Oliver up, her movements gentler than I had ever seen before. “Oliver, what would you like to eat? I’ll have the kitchen prepare it for you.”
Oliver leaned weakly in her arms and said coquettishly, “I want to eat grouper soup and I want you to feed me yourself.”
"Alright, as your request."
The two of them flirted around without paying attention to my presence, treating me like a transparent thing.
I stood there, utterly superfluous and ridiculous.
Just then, Noah Reinhart, the Steiner Family’s doctor, walked in carrying his medical bag.
He took a test report from his bag with a beaming smile on his face. "Ms. Lorenger, Mr. Oliver Lorenger, congratulations!"