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My Pretty Sweetheart novel Chapter 750

However, she was of age, and she had been living a comfortable life for many years. She was bound to suffer from backaches having stayed in the courtyard, bent over like this for a long time.

I saw her clutching her waist as she limped towards the bamboo chair in the courtyard. Her knitted brows are an indication of how much pain she was in.

I cleaned up the remaining weeds in the yard and washed my hands. Then, I gave her some medication that could relieve the pain.

She frowned, refusing to accept it.

I pursed my lips. "It's not poison. It's a painkiller."

After that, I put the medication in her hand, entered the house, poured her glass of warm water, and handed it to her.

She was dumbfounded. The pain had probably become unbearable as she instantly took the glass of water over and swallowed the medication.

I put the rest of the medication aside and said softly, "The medication doesn't cause many side effects. If the pain is unbearable, you can take one or two to relieve the pain."

She looked at me with pursed lips. Her eyes fell on the yard, and she said, "You sound nasally. If you've got a cold, don't come here and spread it to me.

I couldn't help but laugh at how stubborn she was. She obviously cared about me, but she just couldn't stop herself from muttering unpleasant things.

Oh, well.

She was a proud and arrogant lady.

She lived for so long and had no children of her own. She probably just wanted to spend the rest of her life in peace, enjoying the rest of her golden years.

"Yes, I'll make sure to take some medication when I go back." Catching a cold during winter was nothing out of the ordinary.

She got up and went into the house. When she came out, she had a bag of herbs in her hands. "Take this back and have some once in the morning and once at night. You'll recover in two days. It doesn't taste bitter."

I nodded, and accepted her bag of herbs. I said with a faint smile, "Thank you, Aunt Nerissa."

She hummed in reply and did not say anything else.

It was no longer snowing in Jarold City. By the time the sun rose, most of the snow had melted. It wasn't as cold anymore with the sun shining radiantly.

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