Arthur stared at Evangeline's face on the video screen in shock. He thought, "Evangeline is with a man, and she's wearing pajamas. What did he mean by saying that? Even if they didn't do anything, her being in the same room with him in her pajamas is proof enough that they are close."

Arthur was instantly upset. He opened his mouth, but said nothing. Two seconds later, he abruptly ended the video call. Steven, Hugo, and Finnegan quickly ended the call as well.

It happened so fast that Evangeline didn't have time to speak. She put down her phone and looked up at Dexter. "Did you do that on purpose?"

Dexter stopped, raised his head, and looked at her with puzzled concern in his eyes. "Do what?"

"You know what I'm talking about!" Evangeline exclaimed.

"Are you saying I cut your nails too short? Why would you think I did it on purpose? Do you really think I'm a bad person?" he said in a muffled voice, sounding aggrieved. Evangeline took a deep breath. "I'm talking about what you said just now!"

Dexter looked even more puzzled. "What's wrong with that? I cut your nails too short, so I asked if you were okay. I didn't see anything wrong with that." Evangeline's mouth twitched. Feeling speechless, she said, "You don't say the word 'deep'!"

"Why?" Dexter asked, confused.

Evangeline felt helpless. She felt she could do nothing with this childish man. "Never mind. You don't understand. You'll know what I mean someday."

The Johnson family was very traditional, and Dexter's parents were extremely strict. They had Chester, Chad, Wesley, and Scott caring for him around the clock, so he had no exposure to anything sexual. Therefore, it was normal for him not to understand the implications of that word. Although Dexter was around her age, he had been well-protected by his family and remained innocent. In contrast, she was much more mature.

She thought, Come on. How can I suspect that Dexter is trying to create a misunderstanding between Arthur and me? "Can't you explain it to me now?" Dexter looked at her with a simple, harmless smile, eager to know more. Evangeline put her other foot on his leg and changed the subject. "Hurry up. Stop talking nonsense."

"Okay." Dexter obediently held her feet and continued to trim her toenails carefully.

Evangeline picked up her phone and clicked on the group chat Steven had set up. She wanted to explain, but felt more explanation would only make things worse, as if she were trying to cover something up. Besides, they were just friends, so she didn't think it was a big deal.

After Dexter finished trimming her toenails, Wesley, who had been waiting in a corner, came out and half-knelt beside Dexter. He disinfected his hands with alcohol and carefully wiped them three times.

Evangeline couldn't help but kick Dexter. "Wash your hands yourself. Do you have to ask Wesley to do it for you?"

Wesley said, "Ms. Castillo, it has nothing to do with Mr. Johnson. It's an honor to take care of him. I'm well-paid, but I don't have much work to do. If I don't do something for him, I feel I don't deserve my salary."

The Johnson family paid Chester, Chad, Wesley, and Scott a total of one million dollars a month, each receiving a quarter of that amount. Therefore, they took care of nearly every aspect of his life. They never felt that wiping Dexter's hands was humiliating. If Dexter hadn't objected, they would even have stood by while he used the bathroom, ready to hand him tissues at any moment. However, their careful attention to Dexter wasn't entirely due to their high salary. Dexter looked so perfect that they couldn't help but protect him as if he were a treasure. Evangeline was the only one who found him weak and foolish and constantly complained about him.

Dexter took Evangeline's feet off the couch, sat beside her, grabbed her hands, and began to trim her fingernails. When Evangeline was in the forest, she used to bite her fingernails. Her nails weren't long; she had chewed them up. Dexter trimmed her fingernails beautifully and patiently.

After trimming her nails, Dexter helped Evangeline lie down and put her head on his lap. Wesley handed him an ear pick with both hands. Dexter took the ear pick and carefully cleaned her ears. After thoroughly cleaning her, Dexter was finally satisfied. Then he began to peel fruit for her.

Wesley brought a lot of fruit, and the variety on the table was even more abundant than at a market stand. Among the fruit, Evangeline saw a plate of familiar fruit—myrtle berries. Although she was mocked as a child for being constipated after eating too many myrtle berries, she still craved them whenever she saw them. However, having them in front of Dexter made her feel awkward. She somehow felt that Dexter had become dirty, especially his hands.

Although Dexter had helped her when she nearly died from constipation, she could never forget how, after solving her problem, he looked at her with awe and said, "Your excrement is as hard as your will." That incident happened when she was four years old. She had forgotten many things before the age of four, except for that one. She clearly remembered every word they said that day because it was extremely embarrassing for both of them. After being silent for a few seconds, Evangeline said to Wesley, "I don't feel like eating. Take the fruit away."

Wesley nodded. "Okay, I'll take them right away. If you or Mr. Johnson would like anything to eat, feel free to tell me."

To avoid being reminded of her embarrassing past, Evangeline changed the subject and asked Dexter, "What about the rich men behind the competition? Have you got them under control?" Dexter said, "They've all escaped."

Evangeline was confused. "How?"

Dexter chuckled. "Don't you think it's more interesting this way? Besides, for every six miles they run, I'll take one of their family members. That's how the game becomes more interesting. If they don't have enough living relatives, I'll get someone to do it for them."

Evangeline remained silent for a few seconds. Dexter said gently, "Have a good rest, Eva. We'll come to visit tomorrow." Evangeline had no objections. She also found that slowly torturing them was more effective than attacking them directly.