Chapter 90

Louisa remained nestled in Walter's arms the entire time, while Anna stayed nearby, speaking softly to her. As the caretaker, Melanie wasn't meant to sit at the dining table, yet Derrick ignored convention and carried Louisa over himself. Melanie tried to remind him gently, "Mr. Quinton, let me feed her myself. Because of her condition, there are many things she can't eat…" Derrick had seen Louisa vomit before, and a pang of pity struck him. "It's fine. I can take care of her." The look Melanie gave him betrayed her doubt. Derrick frowned. "What's that look supposed to mean, Melanie?" She forced a dry smile. He gave a cold snort. After all, how difficult could feeding a child be? However, reality proved otherwise. Derrick couldn't even take care of himself, let alone a child. He fed her too quickly. At first, Louisa endured it quietly, but she was still just a child. After only a few minutes, she pushed away from him, slipped from his lap, and vomited right there. In her rus