Hey, My Twins Babies

Chapter 901 Daughter's Soup

Butler Lowe was also happy that Vanessa was a child of the Bennet family, even though this result

would make Winnie more pathetic.

"It's true, the test result is absolutely accurate."

"Great, my family has one more talent."

Felix has never been so excited but calm and composed, but now he could not control his emotions.

This news was exciting and joyful. Vanessa was a self-reliant and self-respecting child, a positive and

courageous child.

With such a spirit in work, she would make her achievement. She could be Brian's right-hand and the

Bennet Group’s indispensable talent.

"Congratulations, Chairman, for having an understanding granddaughter."

Butler Lowe congratulated him, it was the first time he had seen Felix smile happily in all the years.

"Chairman, when do you plan to do about Vanessa's identity?"

The problem came with the joy, and hearing that, Butler Lowe stopped his smile.

There was silence in the car for a while before Felix finally spoke.

"Keep it a secret now, let me think about it."

Felix didn't know what to do for the time being.

There were many things involved, especially Isobel and Winnie, and he had no way to make a decision

since he didn't know what their purpose was.

With everything unclear, if Vanessa's identity was made public, the scene would be a chaotic mess.

When Felix arrived at the hospital, Rufus and Paul were eating, and Vanessa and Calvin were there.

Seeing Felix, Vanessa was restrained, but she still said hello.

"You're here, Grandpa?"

"Yes, I am here."

Felix was amiable to Vanessa.

However, his sudden change in attitude surprised Vanessa.

Previously, Felix hadn't been as cold to her as to her sister, but she hadn't felt his kindness either.

Today, listening to his response, Vanessa felt like he was a family.

"Grandpa, have you eaten dinner yet? Would you like some of the soup I made for Uncle?"

Vanessa invited Felix, although she didn't feel that her skills in making soup were that good, but she

should have the minimum courtesy.

"You made the soup?"

Felix asked as he made his way to the table.

"Yes."

Vanessa replied, having moved a chair over for Felix to sit down.

"Sit down and I'll serve you a bowl of soup."

While saying that, she got the soup and then placed it in front of Felix.

"I'll taste it."

Felix didn't refuse, he had never been in the habit of drinking soup, but today was an exception.

"Mmm, good, nice."

Just after taking a sip, Felix couldn't help but praise. Drinking the soup made by his granddaughter

tasted delicious.

"Thank you, Grandpa, for the compliment."

Whether what Felix said was true or not, Vanessa felt happy, not just being complimented, but also

because of Felix's change in attitude today.

Just as Vanessa's words fell, she saw that the soup in Rufus' bowl was gone, so she hurried to help

serve the soup.

"Drink more, Rufus, this soup is nutritional. If you like it, I'll make it for you tomorrow night."

Vanessa saw that Rufus drank a lot, she had a sense of accomplishment.

"Good, make it tomorrow night."

Rufus was so focused on his soup that he even neglected to say hello to his father.

It was the first time his daughter had made soup for him, and whatever the flavor was, it was delicious

to him.

"I'll come tomorrow, too, and I'll have more soup if you make more."

She didn't expect Felix to follow suit, in any case, he's coming over tomorrow night to have soup and

see Vanessa.

"Okay, I'll make more soup tomorrow."

Vanessa couldn't help but laugh, Felix, who had been serious, looked cute today.

Today Felix was happy, Vanessa guessed that he should have met something happy.

She just did not know she was related to his happiniess.

Brian wanted to go see Winnie after dinner, but he was afraid of disrupting Winnie's thoughts.

So he chose to play with the kids in the living room.

It was time for the kids to do their homework, and he couldn't resist going to the studio.

Pushing open the door of the studio, he indeed saw Winnie working earnestly. It seemed that she was

so serious that she didn't even notice Brian coming in.

Carefully, he walked to Winnie's side and lightly touched her shoulder, before Winnie saw Brian.

"Is something wrong?"

Winnie's thoughts were still on her work and she wondered why Brian came in.

"You haven't eaten dinner yet, eat first."

Brian said softly, not wanting Winnie to work so hard, but also understanding the nature of Winnie's

work.

"In a minute, I'll finish this one stage and then I'll go to dinner."

Even as Winnie replied, she didn't look back at Brian, instead focusing on the computer screen.

"You can't do that, you'll wear yourself out. Your body won't be able to handle it for a long time."

Brian protested and reached for Winnie's hand.

"Why are your hands so hot?"

As soon as he touched Winnie's hand, he was shocked by the warmth of her hand.

"It must get hot to be operating a keyboard all the time."

Winnie withdrew her hand, because she wasn't used to Brian's sudden touch, and she didn't want to

have unnecessary physical contact with him.

"Get out of here, I'll rest after this is done."

Winnie spoke, looking at Brian, and it was because of the stare-off that Brian saw that Winnie's face

was rosy, and her voice was hoarse and weak when she spoke.

"Are you sick?"

Brian nervously inquired while using his hand to test the temperature of Winnie's forehead. And he was

shocked by that heat.

"You're working with a fever, aren't you stupid?"

Brian hurriedly pulled Winnie up and was about to go out, not caring that Winnie's work was still

unfinished.

"I'm fine."

Brian pulled forward but Winnie stepped back. She was at a critical time, even if she had a cold, she

could insist on getting this one stage done.

"You are not, your forehead is hot. You can’t do any work if you don’t go to the hospital."

Brian wanted to take Winnie to the hospital for a checkup, knowing that she had a weak condition and

couldn't control her fever once she was sick. There was no way he would let Winnie continue working

in this situation.

"It's not that serious, no need to go to the hospital. Tell you what, just get the doctor to come to the

house. I'm weak and don't want to go to the hospital."

Winnie could only say so, since Brian insisted on taking her to the hospital.

In this time of waiting for the doctor to come, she was perfectly capable of getting the rest of her work

done.

"Fine, I'm going to go downstairs and call the doctor."

Brian agreed to call the doctor because he thought Winnie was really weak. But his phone was on the

coffee table in the living room downstairs, so he had to go downstairs to make that call.

He went downstairs to make a phone call and started looking for fever reducers. As the fever reducer

was just found, he received a very important phone call from Albert.

It was half an hour after that.

Brian first went to Winnie's room, and without seeing her, he knew that she was still in the studio. So he

came back to the studio to look for Winnie, however, Winnie already was lying asleep on the sofa.

Looking at Winnie curled up with a blushed face, Brian's heart seized together, and that feeling of

heartache began to torment him.

Instead of waking Winnie, he squatted down and picked Winnie up, then went to his room.

Putting Winnie on the bed probably woke Winnie up, only to hear Winnie say in a daze, "Why come to

your room? It’s inconvenient."

But she didn't mean to get up, because she felt weak as if she couldn't get up.

"It's so comfortable to lie here, your bed is better than mine."

Winnie said again in a daze, but she understood that it was not because of how good the bed was that

made her comfortable, but lying in this bed with a man's breath. She could feel a strong sense of

security, which inexplicably made her grounded.

"Lie down well, I'll go see if the doctor is here, and ask Raya to get some porridge for you."

Since Brian had brought Winnie to his room, he wouldn't let her go out, and since she said the bed was

comfortable, he let her lie there all the time.

After that, he helped Winnie cover up the quilt.

Brian hurried downstairs again, and after he told Raya to get some porridge, the doctor hadn't come

yet, so he returned to the bedroom on the second floor.

"Are you feeling better?"

Brian inquired worriedly, but then he noticed that Winnie had fallen asleep.

"You don’t know how to take care of yourself, and insisted on working with a fever. You really worry

me."

Brian whispered and chided himself for not taking care of Winnie well.

If he had insisted that Winnie went down for dinner, he might have found out she was sick long ago.

As Brian chattered, Winnie rolled over and turned to Brian's side, and then curled up together.

Probably because of the fever, she was shivering with cold.

Only after Brian looked at it did he remember that the fever reducer hadn't been given to Winnie.

"Winnie, don't sleep, get up and take your fever reducer."

Brian called out to Winnie, but Winnie stayed in bed and wouldn't get up.

"Let's wait for the doctor."

Winnie was muddled and didn't fall asleep. She opened her eyes, only to see the sky was like spinning

above.

At this point, she felt like she was getting a little colder with every movement that gave off the heat from

the quilt, rather burn than let a little of the heat out of the covers.

"You're cold now, take the fever reducer and you won't be cold."

Brian said and reached his hand into the quilt to pull Winnie, and just as soon as he touched Winnie's

hand, it was held by Winnie.

"In this way, it's not cold."

It was not that she was not cold anymore, but she felt grounded. She did not feel alone when she held

his hand, felt she was taken care of.

"It's nice to be sick, for I can have some rest, and I don’t need to worry about anything."

Winnie suddenly uttered such a sentence, and although her voice was weak, Brian still heard it.

"You can’t be sick, are you deliberately torturing me and making me heartache?"