Watching her back, Mortimer Quincy knew without even looking that his wife was taking pleasure in his misfortune. He arched a brow slightly. 'She can be happy now. Tonight, it'll be my turn.'
By noon, Mortimer Quincy was still in the school clinic on an IV drip. Holly Winslow, Zeke Zane, and the others came to see him as soon as class was over.
Pantheon eyed Mortimer Quincy on the IV drip and teased, "HEHE, didn't take you for anemic. What a waste of all those muscles."
Mortimer Quincy: "..."
He said flatly, "Get lost." Then he scooted over, making room on the stool for Holly Winslow.
"HAHAHAHA."
Having finally won a round of banter against him, Pantheon laughed wildly. "Seeing as you're sick, I'll get you some food," he said, taking the lunch box from Holly Winslow's hands.
The group left the school clinic, leaving Holly Winslow behind to take care of him.
The school nurse had gone to lunch, leaving the two of them alone.
