After Reborn, I Become a Billionaire
Chapter 400 Susan’s Irritation

Chapter 400 Susan's Irritation

Susan dashed to the toilet and pulled out all she had in her stomach.

Why did she suffer so much from the pregnancy? Vomiting became a frequent visitor. Such disorder had lasted for several months already and no one could tell when it could come to halt. Did she need to suffer such a life until the baby was delivered?

But her poor stomach had only bile to stress out.

"Do you feel better?" A familiar voice said.

"Not yet!" Susan answered choleric.

Pressing his lips into a line while hearing so, he was overwhelmed with worry and he handed her a cup of warm water, saying, "Gargling might help."

Susan glanced at the water but did not receive it. She went to the vanity, switched on the tap and gargled with the running water. Manuel's help was an undesirable gift.

It was this man who consigned her to the existing terrible days. The thought fanned her fury to the extreme.

With a flow of strong anger ganging up with the suffering stomach, Susan poured them out to Manuel, saying, "Why don't you just piss off and leave me alone? Your existence cannot help but make me worse! Cannot you just bring with you something constructive for my life?"

Manuel watched the cranky girl and swallowed down all her temper.

He said, "All right. I just put the water on the bedside table. And just have a rest."

Manuel wheeled himself out of the bathroom after his dialogue. Watching the man leaving in the mirror, Susan was down.

Hell.

Why did she always be guilty after venting out her anger on him?

She felt like doing something unforgivable. Yet, fury still seized her. Susan wiped her face and returned to her bed from the bathroom.

She turned to watch a glass of warm water standing silently on the bedside table. She took it up and made a sip, to ease her thirst, other than her guilt.

Guilt was the least necessary since Manuel was the cause of these ridiculous days. Without the marriage with him, they would have had a better life. Now she lost her love and life.

She supposed the baby in her might be born to offend her. Maybe the baby had ganged up with Manuel against her.

Filling herself with the cup of water and anger, Susan rested herself on the bed.

With her suffering stomach working with her fury, she just wondered when was the end of such awful days. She couldn't help drifting off.

When she was awake, she found the night had fallen.

Walking out of the bedroom, she found others sitting on the sofa in the living room, and Justine watching TV.

Tia sat next to Manuel who was seemingly correcting her English pronunciation. They were so close.

What a pair of...

Damn it. Why did they look like a warm family, consigning her to a position of an outsider?

Tia looked more like Manuel's wife than her.

"Mrs Johnson." Tia noticed Susan and stood up abruptly.

With a glance at her, Susan just turned around and moved to the dining hall, without any response.

Tia was baffled by Susan. She had no idea what she had done wrong but she could smell strong hostility from Susan. But of course, as a maid, she had no chance to figure out why. She followed Susan and asked, "Do you need some food, Mrs Johnson?"

"Why do I come to the dining room if food is not desirable?" Susan retorted.

"Get it," Tia said obediently, "I will serve you quickly."

With a quick answer, Susan looked rather bossy.

Tia did make timely action. Very soon, the dishes were displayed on the table. Then, Tia said modestly to Justine and Manuel, "The dishes are ready, Ms Knight, Mr Johnson."

Then the mother and son moved slowly to the table from the living room.

Susan glanced at the time on her phone. It was already 8:30 pm.

Why hadn't they finished their dinner?

Had they been waiting for her?

She barely controlled her gratefulness. Maybe that was because they were not hungry, other than for her, Susan told herself.

Recoiling at her doubts, she started her meal without waiting for others. But her regurgitation prevented her to take much, and most of the time porridge was the only content on her menu. And it had become Manuel and Justine's only diet these days.

"Do you feel better?" Justine asked.

But Susan turned a deaf ear to her question.

"I recovered from such terrible pregnant effects since the 4th month. How come that still haunts you now? It would be better to go to the hospital for some medical help." Justine said without caring about Susan's rudeness.

"I won't go to any hospital." Susan rejected her suggestion.

"So you prefer to bear it, don't you?" Justine said irritated.

"None of your business."

"You are carrying my grandchild. Of course, I have to care. I don't care about you, but I won't sit aside and do nothing for anything possibly putting my grandchild at risk?"

"Am I putting it at risk?" Susan raised her voice, "It's it that puts me at risk! I have suffered enough! I just wonder what I had done in the previous existence that gives you all the chance to torture me like that now!"

"You're right that you did something so evil to us and you have to pay for that nowadays. So you deserved." Justine concluded.

The remarks pissed Susan off. Maybe, quarrels with Susan could bring some unusual joy for Justine. And that was why Justine seemed to be unable to live without them.

Susan slammed her spoon. Her dinner was finished. So did her appetite.

She stood up and left.

Manuel was to stop her but was stopped by Justine. Sealing his lips, Manuel watched Susan move back to the bedroom and slam the door shut.

"Don't listen to her." Justine said directly, "Your compromise will spoil her and she won't go to the hospital with you. Tomorrow, you must bring her for a medical check no matter what she yells. No one could bear vomiting for such a long time, neither the baby nor its mother. Pregnancy is rather demanding for a mother of whom we have to take more care, otherwise, she would suffer more in future." "Get it." Manuel nodded.

"By the way, did you think that Susan left because of our quarrel? If so, you cannot be more wrong. She had a poor appetite. Don't push her. That is too much for her." Justine made some insightful observations.

Tia, standing aside, admired and said, "Ms Knight, why does Mrs Johnson fail to appreciate your considerate care for her?"

"I have gotten used to her childish," Justine said casually.

Manuel could not help laughing. The home must have become a terrible hell without such an open-minded mother-in-law.

After dinner, Manuel moved to the bedroom with some food that Susan loved usually.

She sat against the headboard, playing the game, to ease her irritation. As Manuel moved in, she did not even lay glance at him. Manuel put down the food and told her, "I'll play the game for you, and you can just take some food."

"No." Susan rejected. Her appetite was gone. The reason for her leaving just now was her least desire for eating, other than the fight with Justine.

She was not so silly as to starve herself for that dragon lady.