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BEATRICE:

Clicking my tongue together, I said, "Will you please stop this childishness? All I wanted was to eat peacefully. You don't have to fight in front of the food. Drake. Don't make everything an issue. I eat whatever I like. And Everette, don't mind him. Focus on Christina's recovery."

I wished they would stop this childish fight because this is not helping Christina’s condition.

Scooping a spoonful of buttered shrimp, which was my favorite, I added, "What did the doctor say about her condition?"

Worry flashed over his face.

"Christina said he wanted to recover at our house and that the doctor will just go there if there are some tests that need to be run. The doctor had given us a go signal. But he has to make sure that she's already stable right now."

Finishing all the foods on his plate, which Drake clearly disapproved of until now, I said, "How about you? What do you think? Is her condition getting ready?"

He put both hands on top of his chin. "Her body might heal, but it