Limited Time Marriage: Nice to Meet You Mr. Foster-Chapter 90 - 89: Worried Your Future Kids Might Go Hungry

Nathan Foster had already walked up to South Grant, and his arm naturally draped over South’s shoulder.

"Call me bro."

Vincent couldn’t help but roll his eyes.

He knew about Nathan and South’s situation, and it was Vincent’s idea to keep South by his side.

Vincent did the paternity test for Nathan and Harold Foster; he knew everything about it.

He just didn’t expect Nathan to choose to keep South this way.

Bringing this up, Vincent took the opportunity when South went to the bathroom to talk with Nathan:

"You’re pretty bold, huh? I asked you to keep an eye on her, and you end up keeping her in bed?"

At this point, Nathan raised an eyebrow, "If you hypnotize Ivan Keller for gossip about me again, I’ll blow up your hospital."

Vincent couldn’t help but curl his lips, "Seriously, this still carries the reputation of a nephew, if it gets out, it won’t be good for you."

"My nephew lives with me at the military base, so what if it gets out?"

Seeing Nathan’s matter-of-fact attitude, Vincent truly had no words.

Usually, it’s no big deal, but you two are sleeping in the same bed!

Plus, your "nephew" is a girl, with no blood ties; if things get out of hand...

"Do you need me to prepare some meds now to prevent any accidents later?"

Nathan gave Vincent a look as if he were an annoying busybody, "Keep them for yourself."

"Wow, I really didn’t expect you to like this type." Vincent appeared genuinely taken aback.

"What did you think I liked?" Nathan raised an eyebrow.

Vincent gestured lightly with his hands, "At least this big, a woman who can’t be held in one hand, best if there’s some overflow. Not one who could break a stone slab with her chest; I don’t need to look to know inside it’s definitely ’small lilies just revealing pointed tips, fried eggs with two dates on top.’

Vincent wasn’t wrong.

After all, Nathan had seen it.

"Does this have something to do with you?" Nathan glanced sideways at him, confirming Vincent’s reputation for gossip wasn’t undeserved.

"I’m just worried your kid might go hungry later," Vincent feigned concern for Nathan.

The bathroom was crowded, making it inconvenient for South Grant to go, so he returned.

South heard Vincent talking about women you can’t hold in one hand.

He heard everything clearly afterward.

The good impression Vincent once had in South’s heart immediately plummeted from the clouds straight into the abyss.

He actually mocked her flat chest!

Currently, South was like a walking bomb, ready to blow up on a bad day.

Why, the lilies just revealing pointed tips—your lumbar disc isn’t more prominent!

South walked over to Nathan, coolly speaking:

"What’s wrong with a flat chest? Starving your kids? Besides, flat ones can be augmented, but what about you? Not growing anymore, how’s that short thing going to connect?"

Vincent: "..."

Her words stung even more than Nathan’s!

Unbelievable, unbelievable, can’t afford to provoke!

Nathan, watching from the side, for the first time felt that when South was dishing out comebacks, she looked charming.

She didn’t wear makeup today, her facial features were soft.

Her short hair highlighted her innate pride, and her long narrow eyes would slightly squint and curve upwards while she retorted, exuding an indescribable aura.

At this moment, Nathan’s lips curled into a slight smile, then he looked at Vincent and added, "She still has a chance for a second growth spurt, whereas you have no hope for the rest of your life."

"Second growth spurt?" Vincent was puzzled.

South: "..."

She suddenly recalled a dream she’d had earlier, the line Nathan said in the dream about raising her since she was young.

Just as Nathan was about to speak, South turned around, lunged at his side, and reached out to cover his mouth.