"Yeah, I drank it." Olivia's voice was indifferent.

Linus' eyes were fixated on her. "How did you pull it through?"

"Have you forgotten that I'm a doctor, Mr. Linus? It's not like it's a terminal illness." No one could find fault with her perfect answer.

Looking outside the window, she sighed. "It seems like the snow will be pouring for a few days. Please inform your father to stay warm. He's weak and can't catch a cold. I won't be around for two days. I've handed the recipes to your mother."