Chapter 245

Josiah's words dripped with sarcasm. "Really? Haven't eaten yet?"

Sienna widened her almond-shaped eyes, blinking in confusion. "No way, right? Yvette came to see her 'benefactor' this morning empty-handed. Tsk, that's really not right."

Sarcasm—who can't do it? Sienna mused.

"Why are you shouting at me? What obligation do I have to bring you breakfast? One, you weren't hurt. Two, I'm not your servant," Sienna continued.

"Sienna!" Josiah exclaimed.

His sharp retort left Josiah speechless. His already pale face took on a bluish tinge as he lay back down, grinding his teeth. He sulked, "Just leave me to die! No one cares anyway!"

These words were directed at the nurse, who stood awkwardly at the door. "Ms. Shaw, we... we dare not. Shall I come back later?" she stammered, quickly retreating from the potential conflict. If something happened to Mr. Flynn, the hospital couldn't afford the consequences.

Before the door closed, the caretaker rushed in. Since Josiah's hospitalization, the Flynn family had hired one. He had been out, however, taking Josiah's soiled clothes to the laundry.

The man, in his forties, pointed to the dining table. "Breakfast arrived early, but Mr. Flynn said he'd only eat when you arrived."

"What endless trouble," Sienna thought. Nodding, she didn't make things difficult for the caretaker. "You can go back to your work."

"Ah, okay," he replied.

Sienna glanced at the man in bed, then walked to the dining table and opened the paper bag. Soft, fragrant toast topped with peanut butter, accompanied by graham crackers and cream cheese, awaited. She poured a small bowl of oatmeal porridge and brought it to the bedside. "Drink some oatmeal porridge. It'll be good for the IV," she said.

Josiah, however, turned his back, silent and unresponsive.

Sienna raised an eyebrow, a cold smile playing on her lips. "Are you going to eat or not?"

Josiah remained motionless.

"Ha," Sienna let out a mocking laugh. "That's enough, isn't it? Your body is your own. If you starve yourself to death or cause a medical accident from having an IV on an empty stomach, the one heartbroken or guilty wouldn't be me."

Her patience reached its limit. "If you won't eat, then forget it." She rose, no longer willing to serve him.

"Sienna!" Josiah reacted, suddenly turning and grabbing her wrist. His eyes locked on hers, his face grim. "Are you trying to drive me to my death!"

Sienna was too weary to argue. "I'm out of options with you. How about I go find Yvette for you?"

"Sienna!" Josiah's voice was dark and irritable. "I don't want anyone. I just want you!"

"Oh," Sienna said, glancing at him, her heart calm. "So, are you going to eat or not?"

Josiah tried to sit up, supporting himself with his arm, but the movement pulled at his wound, causing him to break into a sweat.

Sienna put down the bowl, helped him sit up properly, and placed pillows behind him. "Alright," she said, picking up the bowl again. She scooped a spoonful of porridge to his lips. Josiah opened his mouth, his features contorting in pain. "Hot! Blow on it!"

Chapter 245 (Continued)

He waited for Sienna to blow on it. "Mr. Flynn, you're twenty-eight this year, not eight," she said. Even an eight-year-old would know to blow on it themselves. Joyce, who's only three, already does.

"Are you going to blow on it or not?" Mr. Flynn glanced at her. "Don't talk about twenty-eight. I'm thirty-eight, and I want you to blow on it for me! Otherwise, I won't eat!"

Endure it, just endure, Sienna thought, quite speechless. She blew on the porridge. "Here, it shouldn't be too hot now."

"Mm." Josiah ate it, but still wasn't satisfied. "It doesn't taste good."

Sienna restrained the urge to roll her eyes. "Just eat a little, it's already late. The morning treatment hasn't been done yet." Josiah just looked at her.

Sienna, at her wit's end, asked, "What do you want to eat?"

"I want the Greek yogurt you make," Josiah pouted.

"Okay," Sienna coaxed him like a child. "Finish the porridge first, and you'll have it in the afternoon."

"Mm, okay." Josiah narrowed his eyes, finally satisfied.

After he finished, the nurse arrived to administer the IV. Sienna prepared to return to Silver Beach, knowing she'd likely be spending the next few days at his bedside. Even with a caretaker, Josiah would only call for her for the simplest things.

Zach offered to see her off, understanding her reluctance to return after leaving. Josiah had fallen asleep after taking his medication. On the way back, Sienna called the housekeeper. "It's me. Could you buy some fruit and yogurt... for making Greek yogurt," she said.

Upon arriving at Silver Beach, the housekeeper was already working. Sienna packed her things and took the requested yogurt.

Back at the hospital, Josiah had just woken up, and the nurse was sealing the IV needle. Seeing Sienna absent, irritability flickered across his face. Before he could react, Sienna entered, carrying a bag.

"Sienna!"

"Awake?" Sienna asked, quickly returning with something from the wardrobe. She checked his forehead. "Still a bit warm, but better than this morning." Postoperative fever was common and would last two to three days.

She poured him a glass of water. "Drink some water, the doctor said to drink plenty."

"Mm," Josiah drank half a cup with her help.

"By the way," Sienna asked, "Are you hungry now? The yogurt is ready. Do you want some?"

Josiah's eyes lit up. "Yes, of course I'll eat."

"Wait a moment," Sienna got the yogurt and placed it in front of him. "Eat, it's just made."

"Okay." Josiah opened the cup, his expression shifting. He didn't speak, but scooped some into his mouth, then frowned at Sienna. "This isn't made by you, is it?"

"What's the matter?" Sienna asked. She saw the problem: She'd used blueberries; the housekeeper had used strawberries.

Chapter 245 (Continued)

Although strawberries don't have the same texture as blueberries, changing the flavor is the same thing, he thought. The same! How could it be the same! Isn't it the yogurt he wanted! A sense of frustration welled up. What he wanted was for her to make it, with care. He had specifically requested her yogurt. He threw down the spoon, pushed away the bowl, and looked at Sienna. "Are you trying to brush me off with this kind of stuff?"