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"If the tadpoles you ejaculated were worth 200 million, she would have eaten them all. I think it's safer than taking birth control pills."

"And, I really don't reject it at all.

You know, sometimes, she can socialize normally if a man is closer to her, but she almost wants to vomit when she comes home at night…"

Ryan was silent for a moment, then hugged her tightly and asked softly, "What you said is different from your personality."

"Forget about her dialysis costs of several hundred thousand dollars. You have 600,000 dollars in hand to cover the domestic expenses, but what about the two million dollars for the underlying disease?"

"You, don't really think like her that this money shouldn't be spent, do you?"

The hoarse voice and questioning tone, compared to the previous moments of ripples, this is what we should pay attention to.

"Her personality is so weird!!!"

Abigail gritted her teeth for a long time before she trembled and said, "Today, I want to have a frank talk with her."

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Ryan kissed her little mouth and said softly, "Baby, I know you feel uncomfortable too. Since you are my woman, you should feel at ease spending my money."

Abigail hugged Ryan tightly and said in a tender voice, "I know. Anyway, I will follow you in the future. I need to get used to being a canary."

Ryan smiled with satisfaction and said, "That's right. Your mother's condition cannot be delayed. This is the most important thing."

The money was definitely well spent on treating Ubaya's illness. It would surely increase her favorability more than buying her luxury cars or bags.

At noon, in the new campus of the Municipal Hospital, Ubaya, who looked even more charming in her white nurse uniform, was chatting and laughing with her colleagues about what to eat for lunch. When she looked up, she saw Ryan and Abigail.

"Abi, Ryan!"

Her face suddenly turned red, and she looked a little embarrassed and reserved. After all, last night had been too wild, and she had no confidence at all as an elder.

"Mom, I have an appointment with Professor Anglo and have asked for leave for you. Go change your clothes and come with us."

Abigail said this in a decisive tone.

"Isn't he taking a day off today?"

Ubaya hesitated.

Ryan said with a smile, "It's just a simple meal, nothing serious."

"Mom, stop nagging me. What if we're late?"

Abigail urged.

Seeing that the leave had already been arranged, Ubaya had no choice but to change. She took off her snow-white nurse uniform and put on a set of fresh clothes.

Professor Anglo was a top expert in this disease, ranked among the best in the country. He had studied in New Zealand and received further training abroad, making him a master in this field.

Strictly speaking, he wasn't a permanent doctor at this Municipal Hospital yet. He had been specially hired for three months to train the doctors there.

This was someone who required significant connections to invite. Generally, such experts weren't short of money, and any academic lecture they gave would cost a fortune.

Just like the renowned specialists who traveled between hospitals—people assumed they flew around to earn extra money.

In reality, those were medical resources most would never access in their lifetime. The experts weren't there to make money off patients; they were there to clean up the mess left by their disciples.

So, it was Ubaya's good fortune to meet Professor Anglo.

Professor Anglo was over 70 years old. Today, he had taken a break and gone fishing at a reservoir recommended by one of his apprentices.

After picking up Ubaya, Ryan drove a Nissan borrowed from Zaiden and took the unusual mother-daughter pair to their destination.

Binding object: Ubaya.

Favorability: 50.

Binding object: Abigail.

Favorability: 92.

It was indeed much easier to improve favorability below 90. They had only met briefly last night, and now her favorability had already reached 50.

This was still the critical point. Once above 90, increasing it would become more challenging, requiring more careful spending.

Following the location provided by Professor Anglo, they arrived at a farm next to the reservoir.

It was a farmer's self-built house. The dining area overlooked a lotus pond, with a charming greenhouse structure made of wood and bamboo.

Professor Anglo, despite his white hair, had a youthful face and an almost immortal-like aura. He was sipping the farmer's bitter leaf tea, smiling as he fanned himself, appearing very kind.

He had set up a fishing rod in the shed, lazily catching small fish from the pond.

"Hello, Professor Anglo. This is my boyfriend, Ryan."

Abigail stepped forward and apologized, "Sorry, we're late."

"Hello, Professor Anglo."

Ryan bowed politely.

Professor Anglo smiled. "You're not late. I made a wasted trip today."

"I wanted to go fishing and prepared all the bait, but the reservoir was under inspection, so I couldn't get in."

"I'm just killing time here. This place was opened by a relative of one of my apprentices. I gave all the bait to him."

"Have a seat. The farm food here is pretty good—all natural. I've already asked them to prepare it. You can try it later."

The three of them sat on the high bamboo chairs. Nearby, an old kettle boiled on a charcoal stove, adding to the rustic charm.

Professor Anglo enthusiastically had cups brought over, pouring tea for them before saying warmly, "Little girl, why did you think of asking me about these things again today?"

Ubaya quickly apologized, "I'm sorry, Professor Anglo. This silly girl is so thoughtless, disturbing your rest."

"No, no. The students in my class aren't very lively, so it's nice to have someone to chat with."

Professor Anglo waved it off amiably.

"Mr. Anglo, can the dishes be served now?"

"We were eating and chatting at work, and I was praising your delicious food."