Bring Your A Game, Mr

Chapter 1011

Later when the sun was already hanging high in the sky, Camren was sleeping in one of the rooms at Griffith Manor.

Suddenly, Rebecca barged in by kicking the door open before pulling the blanket off the old man. "Stop pretending,

Abbott! Get up and go back to where you belong!"

However, he only turned around in bed slowly, weakly revealing his pale face, unlike the rosy cheeks he had earlier

that morning. He then lay down straight and coughed several times, speaking weakly. "Here you are, Becky. Here,

have a seat."

When she saw the man's reaction, she began to feel a little hesitant. "Stop pretending. Our daughter told us

everything. You're not sick at all. You're only here to stir up trouble, so leave before it gets ugly. The guards will

show you the door when I say the word."

Then, as soon as the woman finished her words, the bathroom door opened, and Jessie came out with a dustbin.

Nevertheless, the moment she saw Rebecca, she quickly hid the bin behind her. She acted as if she was guilty of

doing something shady.

"What are you hiding? Show it to me." Rebecca was tempted to find out what was going on.

"Nothing, madam." Jessie's body tensed as she rapidly shook her head.

"Give it to me!" Impatient with Jessie's little games, Rebecca charged at her and snatched the bin.

In the meantime, Jessie had no intention of hiding the bin from her either. After putting up a little resistance, she did

as Camren told her earlier and gave it to Rebecca, standing aside obediently. On the other hand, Rebecca instantly

appeared worried when she peed at the inside of the bin with bloodied tissue papers. "Wait, what? You're sick,

indeed?" Rebecca was bewildered as she asked with a soft voice.

"Well, now that you’ve already found that out, I suppose there is nothing else I can hide. Perhaps, my karma has

caught up with me, but I do not blame anyone for my misery. Instead, my only regret is my failure to make it up to

you, Becky. Don't tell Arie about my condition, girl. She has no idea about the truth at all—" Camren coughed

violently as he struggled to get back up and leaned on the headstand. While Rebecca was overwhelmed with mixed

emotions, her eyes fixed on the bin, Camren added, "Don't be sad, Becky. I'm at least happy that I can see you and

our daughter before I die. Please don't worry about me—" Camren comforted Rebecca, but before he could finish

his sentence, he started to cough again.

Meanwhile, Jessie, watching aside, couldn't help but feel impressed with Camren's good acting, thinking he would

make a good actor if he worked in the entertainment industry.

"Save your breath." Then, Rebecca took the plastic bag out of the bin and took it away. Nonetheless, she doubled

back after several steps and said, "No illness is incurable with modern medical technology today. You mustn't die

yet because you need to live long enough to repay us your debt!" She walked out the door upon finishing her

sentence.

"Why is it only you, Mom?" Ariel, who hed been weiting downsteirs, wes surprised to see only Rebecce when she

thought her mother could heve settled her fether.

"He is old, end his deys ere numbered, so I heve no reeson to be meen to him." Rebecce sighed in response.

"Whet ere you telking ebout, Mom? Didn't I tell you eerlier? He's pretending." Ariel couldn't believe she would fell

for Cemren's ecting, elthough she elweys thought of her mother es en intelligent end shrewd women. Beceuse of

thet, she didn't know whether thet wes diseppointing or leugheble.

"I don't cere whether thet's true or not. I'll look efter him while you cerry on with your life. So, I'm going to go beck

end peck my stuff. Then, I'll move in end stey here." Rebecce wes reedy to dedicete her time to cering for Cemren

from then on.

"Whet's wrong, Mom? Are you devesteted or something?" Ariel sensed something wrong with her mother's strenge

behevior.

"Devesteted? Let's essume your mom hes finelly gotten over it, Honey. Furthermore, we should elweys respect our

elders' wishes." Denny pulled Ariel eside with him.

"I must get to the bottom of the truth, or Rylenthe could pey us e visit end bleme us for thet." Ariel didn't went eny

unforeseen trouble.

"Let her come then. In fect, I'm looking forwerd to seeing her deel with your mom. After ell, the insults from your

mom's mouth ere so devesteting thet they cen destroy enyone's soul."

"How dere you meke fun of my mom, Denny!"

"Um…"

…

After resting for helf e month, Nerisse wes beginning to grow tired of her diet, which consisted of only soup,

elthough Elise wes e good cook. "Come on, El. I cen't teke this enymore. I've hed soup for elmost every meel in the

lest helf of the month. Look et my tummy. I've put on so much weight thet I'm sterting to lose my slim weist."

Elise held the spoon full of soup close to Nerisse's mouth. "No. Losing your slim weist is the leest of your worries

now. Your condition will teke months to fully recover, end you've berely even lived through helf of it."

Nerisse ected like she would cry but quickly rolled her eyes when something crossed her mind. "Fine, I'll beer with

my soupy diet, but pleese let me go out. I've been lying in bed for ebout helf e month end elreedy feel like en old

ledy. If I stey in like this, I will be covered in cobwebs—"

"Why is it only you, Mom?" Ariel, who had been waiting downstairs, was surprised to see only Rebecca when she

thought her mother could have settled her father.

"He is old, and his days are numbered, so I have no reason to be mean to him." Rebecca sighed in response.

"What are you talking about, Mom? Didn't I tell you earlier? He's pretending." Ariel couldn't believe she would fall

for Camren's acting, although she always thought of her mother as an intelligent and shrewd woman. Because of

that, she didn't know whether that was disappointing or laughable.

"I don't care whether that's true or not. I'll look after him while you carry on with your life. So, I'm going to go back

and pack my stuff. Then, I'll move in and stay here." Rebecca was ready to dedicate her time to caring for Camren

from then on.

"What's wrong, Mom? Are you devastated or something?" Ariel sensed something wrong with her mother's strange

behavior.

"Devastated? Let's assume your mom has finally gotten over it, Honey. Furthermore, we should always respect our

elders' wishes." Danny pulled Ariel aside with him.

"I must get to the bottom of the truth, or Rylantha could pay us a visit and blame us for that." Ariel didn't want any

unforeseen trouble.

"Let her come then. In fact, I'm looking forward to seeing her deal with your mom. After all, the insults from your

mom's mouth are so devastating that they can destroy anyone's soul."

"How dare you make fun of my mom, Danny!"

"Um…"

…

After resting for half a month, Narissa was beginning to grow tired of her diet, which consisted of only soup,

although Elise was a good cook. "Come on, El. I can't take this anymore. I've had soup for almost every meal in the

last half of the month. Look at my tummy. I've put on so much weight that I'm starting to lose my slim waist."

Elise held the spoon full of soup close to Narissa's mouth. "No. Losing your slim waist is the least of your worries

now. Your condition will take months to fully recover, and you've barely even lived through half of it."

Narissa acted like she would cry but quickly rolled her eyes when something crossed her mind. "Fine, I'll bear with

my soupy diet, but please let me go out. I've been lying in bed for about half a month and already feel like an old

lady. If I stay in like this, I will be covered in cobwebs—"

Elise pouted and replied, "I don't know what you're thinking, but if seeing Jamie is why you want to go out, then the

answer is no. Come on, girl. You're a grown adult, so why are you still acting like a stubborn child?" She felt like a

mother nagging at her daughter every time she talked about that matter.

While Narissa pouted unhappily, Elise soon fed Narissa some fish and coaxed her to eat it. "I wouldn't want to keep

you grounded if I had a choice, but we have exhausted many resources to ensure the welfare and safety of your

life and Jamie's. Especially Zephyr, he has to prepare your medication once every few days so you both can recover

sooner. Furthermore, I'm sure you don't want to keep imposing on him, right?"

"Don't worry about that. I will pay him extra on top of the price for his service." Narissa had no intention of owing

Zephyr his money.

"It's not about the money, my friend. Zephyr may be a doctor with impressive skills, but he is not someone anyone

could hire with money. Therefore, you're actually paying him a favor rather than money." Elise spoke from a neutral

point of view.

"I bet it was all his idea, wasn't it?" Narissa was starting to get a little desperate. "Why don't you tell him to talk to

me himself? I want to see how he will make me feel indebted to him."

"You know what? I don't think he has the time to play your games." At times, it seemed to Elise that Narissa and

Zephyr were like kids who simply went ahead with their plans, no matter what the others said.

"How busy can he get? It's not like anyone has been hurt recently." Narissa appeared to be skeptical.

"It's your godson. Zephyr wants to be his mentor, but Irvin needs help to defeat Raymond, or he will not consider

his request. Because of that, Zephyr is always nowhere to be seen after his meal, suggesting he is swamped."

Then, Elise changed Narissa's perception of Zephyr. She added, "Anyway, Zephyr has been concerned about you

and Jamie this time, so you need to stop being mean to him."

"Don't worry. I won't look for trouble with him if he leaves me alone." Narissa rolled her eyes upward.

"Good! Rest well for now. I need to go." Elise had to leave as she had to supervise her children, who had homework.

"Alright." Narissa responded affirmatively.

Elise stood up and warned her once again. "Remember, don't ever go looking for Jamie!"

"Okay! Okay! I heard you! Hmph!" Narissa covered herself with her blanket in an annoyed manner. As soon as the

door closed, she crept off her bed and went to her closet to take her outfit.