Enemy's Son

After Noah ended the video call and walked out of the room, Samantha had just finished preparing dinner.

He calmly deleted the video call record from his phone and placed it on the coffee table.

Samantha invited him and Charlotte to the table to eat.

"Alex, the doctor said you need to take good care of your stomach, so I specially stewed some chicken soup for you. Drink more later."

It was strange.

She usually pampered him with delicious food and drinks.

How did he end up with a severe stomach condition?

Noah looked at the layer of yellow oil on the chicken soup and frowned slightly. His small eyebrows twisted into a knot, and a hint of disgust flashed deep in his eyes.

He hated meat.

Especially the meat of birds and animals.

He always felt a strong, unpleasant odor.

Just smelling that scent made him nauseous.

Seeing him not moving, Samantha wondered, "Why aren't you eating? Aren't you supposed to love chicken soup the most?"

Noah suppressed the urge to vomit, picked up the spoon, and