Chapter 885 Thanks Little Matchmaker

Looking at the gentle smile on Cynthia's face, Lana suddenly knew why Jakson had liked her before. If it were her, she would also like such a person. People like them longed for tenderness—the desire to be treated equally to normal people. Cynthia embodied this tenderness perfectly. The two women chatted without realizing it, completely forgetting about the two men. Jakson and Alston exchanged helpless looks. Suddenly, footsteps came from the stairs, and Keller's voice echoed through the room, "Mom, my wound is completely healed. I can eat seafood now. I want something spicy for lunch today." "No, that would be too heavy for your stomach. If it becomes inflamed, you'll need to take medicine again. You know you hate taking medicine," a clear male voice responded, filled with helplessness. "I'm a medical student and know more about wounds than anyone else. Oh, Jacob, just let me take a bite, just one bite, I beg you," said the small gir