South Grant lowered his head to send a message to Nathan Foster.

"I’m talking about you, what does it have to do with me?"

Soon, Nathan Foster replied to her:

"You’re worried that my mother passed on a genetic disease to me. Since it’s hereditary, naturally any child you have will inherit it too."

"What’s your illness got to do with me having a child?"

Just after South Grant sent the message, it dawned on her what Nathan Foster meant.

He simply wanted to say that the child she would have would be his, and since he has a hereditary disease, their child would inherit it too.

Without waiting for Nathan Foster to reply, South Grant frantically typed on her phone.

"Who wants to have a child with you? I won’t!"

"So, does that mean you want to enjoy a world with just the two of us forever?"

South Grant looked at Nathan Foster’s last message and almost vomited up her dinner.

She’s seen shameless people before, but never someone this shameless.

Did she ever say she wanted a romantic life with him?

His imagination is something else!

"I want to enjoy the single life and be an enviable single aristocrat," South Grant replied to Nathan Foster.

"Single aristocrat is not for everyone. When I’m single, I’m an aristocrat; when you’re single, you’re a loser," Nathan Foster retorted mercilessly at South Grant.

South Grant: "..."

Seriously, why am I always the one getting roasted?

South Grant was so focused on texting Nathan Foster that she didn’t hear Harold Foster calling her.

Fiona Grant noticed South Grant’s lack of reaction and, sitting right next to her, called out with a smile.

"Bro, who are you texting so intently? You didn’t even hear Grandpa talking to you."

South Grant snapped back, seeing Fiona getting closer, peeking at her phone, she locked the screen and replied faintly:

"A classmate was asking which school to attend after the college entrance exam."

Fiona initially wanted to see what South Grant was talking about, but South’s swift move left her with nothing to see.

"Bro, you looked like you were really enjoying it earlier, definitely not just a chat with an ordinary classmate, but more like..."

South Grant raised her eyebrows, waiting for her to continue, while Fiona smiled and said:

"More like you’ve got a high school sweetheart."

South Grant looked at Fiona, staying silent for a while.

Then she suddenly laughed out loud.

"Next month on the 20th, we’ll both turn 18. A high school romance, is it really too early?" South Grant questioned, looking at her.

She hadn’t planned on dealing with Fiona anymore, nor continuing to see her as family.

Watching her pretend to be innocent and kind every day was nauseating, but South Grant pretended not to see it, minding their own business.

But it didn’t mean she would let Fiona provoke her.

"Sister, you better take care of yourself. A few days ago, when I went to the hospital to get my cast removed, I saw you with a gynecology check-up slip. I didn’t mention it to save your face. Whether it’s an early romance or a late one, protecting yourself is essential. You’re a girl; if you don’t know this, you might suffer in the future."

Fiona turned pale after hearing what South Grant said.

A few days ago, she did go to the hospital for an examination.

She was afraid of being pregnant and only felt reassured after getting checked at the hospital.

She also took the opportunity to check the state of her hymen to see how it could be repaired.

Little did she expect to run into South Grant!

"Bro, you must have mistaken someone else. I’ve been preparing for the college entrance exams recently and haven’t been to the hospital at all," Fiona said, secretly clenching her fists.

South Grant hadn’t intended to give her a hard time; being taken advantage of wasn’t Fiona’s fault.

But South Grant couldn’t stand Fiona’s behavior of running her down to win favor.

Does she think she can walk all over me?

Apart from Foster, South Grant has never let anyone else get away with it!

(Foster: I’m quite proud of it.)

PS: Sleepy, going to bed. It’s a new week, darlings, hurry and cast your votes~