Not twins novel (Natasha and Kenneth)
Chapter 702

Chapter 702

Of course, smiling at such a time was hard for anyone.

Seeing Denise was not smiling, Thalia reached out and gently pinched the former's cheeks to form a smile. "This is more like it. Little princesses look better when they smile."

However, the more Thalia behaved that way, the harder it was for the children to smile.

Tears flowed down Denise's cheeks, showing no signs of stopping.

"There, there. It's fine. Besides, I have Spencer. He's got great medical skills, and he loves me so much. He won't let me die just like that."

For some reason, Denise let out a chuckle after hearing that.

Seeing that, Thalia chirped, "Now that's more like it. You look better when you smile. Hold on. What made you laugh?"

Denise shook her head and murmured, "Nothing."

"Don't give me that. Do you really think I know nothing? Tell you what. The fact that I came back for good is all because Spencer begged me to. You guys witnessed it as well."

"Yes, we know." Denise nodded.

"Exactly. He likes me, but he's just too shy to admit it. Hence, there's nothing wrong with my statement earlier," said Thalia with a haughty look.

Regardless of whether she was comforting them or being optimistic, the children understood one thing-if they could not avoid the sorrow, they should bury it in the bottom of their hearts. The most important thing during that period was to make her as happy as possible, no matter the ending.

At that thought, Denise composed herself and nodded with a smile. "You're right. Spencer's incredible and loves you so much. He definitely won't let anything happen to you."

"Yep. That's right." Thalia bobbed her head happily when she heard that.

"Please have a seat, Thalia," prompted Denise while taking Thalia's arm to have the latter seated on the chair.

After sitting down, Thalia said, "I'm fine. I'm poisoned, not wounded. You don't have to take care of me like that."

"It's the same. Yes, you're not wounded, but you're still a sick person who needs to be taken good care of," insisted Denise.

Hearing that, Thalia raised a brow. "Really?"

"Of course."

"Then... Will you do anything I ask of you?" queried Thalia.

Denise gave it some thought before nodding. "Yeah. As long as it's something I can do."

"Help me bring Anthony over," said Thalia. Pausing briefly, she could not help but mutter, "I've already apologized to him, yet he's still being so awkward."

Hearing that, Denise immediately agreed, "That's not a problem."

With that, she walked over to Anthony, who was standing on the side. He frowned when he saw Denise approaching.

"Tony, come here!" Denise went up and grabbed his hand.

"No!"

Nonetheless, Denise had no intentions of giving up. "Tony, if you insist on not going over, then don't blame me for pulling out my trump card."

Anthony knitted his brows, but he resisted less.

Noting that, Denise hurriedly pulled him over to Thalia and said, "Here you go."

"Good job!" praised Thalia.

Anthony rolled his eyes and looked away.

Shifting her gaze onto him, Thalia said, "Tsk. Look at you. You're being as difficult as a girl while your sister can be so comfortable around me. How can a little girl be better than you?"

Upon hearing that, Anthony refuted, "Denise didn't get into an argument with you!"

"Oh, that means you're still mad, huh? But I've already apologized to you. How could a man like you be so petty?" chaffed Thalia.

Anthony rebuked, "Who says I'm mad?"

"Then why are you acting like this?" asked Thalia.

Pondering for a while, he walked over to the side and sat on a chair. "It's nothing. I just don't feel like talking."

Thalia snickered. "All right. Since you've said that, it means you're not mad at me, right?"

Anthony kept his head low and said nothing.

"Is your silence a yes?" asked Thalia.

Whether or not Anthony spoke did not do him any good at that moment.

"Okay! Anthony's got such a big heart. He's really different. How impressive!" Thalia praised continuously.

If Anthony were to say anything at that moment, he would only be humiliating himself.

Meanwhile, Denise giggled when he saw Anthony at a loss for words.

Only Thalia could make Anthony look so defeated.

Seeing that, Benjamin sauntered over and found a place to sit down. He glanced at Thalia, asking, "Thalia, what kind of poison were you poisoned with?"

The question brought them back to the topic in the end.

When Thalia turned toward Benjamin, Anthony and Denise gazed at her as well.

It was as if everyone had been waiting for the conversation to happen.

Thinking about it for a while, Thalia stated, "I would've been cured by now if I knew what poison it was. The thing is, we don't know, and that's what Spencer's worried about."

"So, that's why Spencer's carrying out experiments in the lab all day and night?" asked Benjamin.

Thalia could not help but nod, despite not wanting to admit it. "Yep."

"How were you poisoned, then? Who did it?" Anthony questioned.

He had the skill of asking crucial questions, and coincidentally, those were the hardest questions for Thalia to answer.

Pressing her lips together, she answered, "To be honest, I don't know that as well. It's either when Spencer and I were being hunted out there or when I had my guard down. I'm not sure about the details. I was already like this when I found out."

The trio listened intently. Just then, Anthony asked, "Then, the incident in the coffee shop, was it because of the poison attacking you?"

Thalia nodded. "Yes. That's right."

"What did it feel like?"

"Um... Like a headache, I guess?"

"Headache?" Anthony murmured.

Realizing what she had said, Thalia said, "It's actually not that bad..."

"Would you always get one when it attacks?"

Thalia was relieved to see him not dwelling on it. "Yep."

"How often does the poison attack?" asked Anthony.

"Um... I'm not sure, either. So far, it has only attacked twice. It doesn't have a fixed timing or pattern," replied Thalia.

Following that, Anthony asked, "Is there any way to relieve it?"

"A way to relieve it, huh?" Thalia pondered for a moment before answering, "The easiest way is to knock me out. Another way is to..." As she was saying that, she suddenly realized something.

She had cut her arm using a broken glass at the coffee shop back then. Surprisingly, the pain relieved her of the headache a little.

However, she was in a lot of pain back then, so she was not entirely sure. In fact, she feared it was only her imagination.

Seeing she had stopped talking, Anthony prompted, "Which is?"

That snapped Thalia back to reality, and she stared at him. "I think it relieved me of the pain a little when I bled last time. But I'm not too sure about it. No, I've got to tell Spencer about this." Without waiting for the trio to speak, Thalia got up hastily and walked off with a stern expression.

The trio watched her leave with stunned looks.

"She..." Denise hesitated, her gaze still fixed on Thalia's back.

"Let her go," Anthony said.

Denise pursed her lips and lowered her gaze. "I'm just worried about Thalia. Tony, do you think she'll be cured?"

A frown appeared on Anthony's forehead. As he recalled Thalia's words, an indescribable look flashed across his face.