Limited Time Marriage: Nice to Meet You Mr. Foster-Chapter 62 - 61: Lonely Courtyard Spring is Late

Nathan Foster gave her a sidelong glance, "Didn’t want you to get bored, just picked randomly."

South Grant doesn’t like the emotional program crew, and even less so the crew for the program about disharmony in married life.

She reached out to change the station. As soon as she switched to another station, she heard the overly excited voice of the host:

"Unleash energy, ignite passion, welcome to the special program sponsored by ’Rocket Launcher.’ Rocket Launcher, make you confident as a man, never falter night after night, hear your lover scream, regain your pride, what are you hesitating for, pick up your phone and order now, from this moment on, let ’Rocket Launcher’ take you soaring to the sky..."

The host continued with excitement, South Grant only felt a headache.

What kind of nonsense is this?

"So, this is what you like." Nathan Foster said blandly at that moment.

South Grant: "..."

This is your car, okay?

South Grant changed the station several times, but they were all like this, so she simply turned it off.

At this moment, the car was very quiet, neither of them spoke, which made the situation awkward.

Nathan Foster broke the silence first, "The police station has already arranged everything."

Nathan spoke briefly, and South Grant understood him.

Knowing that when he said that, everything was already taken care of.

Her identity wouldn’t be compromised through the police station, he was always sparing with words, never willing to say more.

Even in bed, it was just head down and working silently, hardly any communication.

Oh, spit, thinking wrongly again.

Every time she saw Nathan, she always thought about bed, this habit has to change.

Nathan drove fast, saving half the time arriving at the school gate.

As South Grant got out of the car, Nathan Foster reached out and grabbed her left arm.

"The former psychologist has been manipulating Seth’s mind, keeping him trapped forever in a world of autism."

South Grant was stunned and just understood what Nathan Foster meant.

No words could describe South Grant’s anger at that moment.

The human heart is incredibly terrifying, The Grant Family people were constantly refreshing her understanding of them.

Seth is just a child.

A child with severe autism!

They are so cruel!

Time passed bit by bit, a long time later, South Grant snapped back to reality.

Her T-shirt was soaked with cold sweat, as if she had gone through a nightmare.

"Thank you!" South Grant’s thank you was heartfelt.

Nathan Foster released her, letting her get out of the car, and watched her enter the school.

All morning, South Grant seemed like a wandering soul, not herself.

She kept thinking about Nathan Foster’s words. If it weren’t for Nathan Foster telling her, she would never have known Seth’s worsening autism was because of intentional misguidance by the psychologist! 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

During the break, Chester Lynch stood in front of her, and South Grant couldn’t snap out of it.

"South, South?" Chester Lynch called her twice.

South Grant came to her senses and looked at Chester Lynch. After meeting his gaze, South Grant always felt uneasy.

Chester Lynch’s gaze seemed like he wanted to strip her to verify if she was actually a girl, all because of that darn aunt flow.

"What’s wrong? Didn’t sleep well last night, a bit lost."

"Oh, how’s your hand, does it bother you? Will it affect the exam?" Chester Lynch looked at her right hand.

"It’s okay, waiting to remove the cast next month, the exam won’t be affected, just..." South Grant sighed.

"Just what?" Chester Lynch asked her.

"Sigh, Lonely Courtyard Spring is Late, only the right hand can do the job. Now with the right hand injured, my ’little buddy’ just has to be wronged for a while, life might be a bit disharmonious."

Lonely Courtyard Spring is Late, only the right hand can do the job...

Chester Lynch: "..."

South Grant also went all out, to dispel Chester Lynch’s suspicions, she could only drive the conversation train loudly.

ps: When South gets wild, I get scared...

Quick, vote for me, hold her down with votes, or I’m really scared she’ll fly wild.