Norton Foster was lying in bed, sipping on the white porridge that Amelia Miller had just brought to him. He had finally managed to give himself gastritis, and Amelia, annoyed at his stubbornness, had finally brought him from Tung City to be taken care of personally at their family villa in America.
As a patient, he had been on IV fluids in the hospital for two days, and then contentedly nested in her room, playing with her computer and relishing in her care as he simply extended his hand for clothes and opened his mouth for food.
He had even secretly changed Amelia's MSN avatar.
Anyway, Amelia hardly ever used that account anymore.
He could do a little tinkering without her noticing.
He took a sip of the porridge, and glanced at the message that had come from Norris Moore.
[Amelia, has Norton hacked your account?]
Ha, hackers are quite intelligent these days, even knowing enough to go through chat history to use the owner's nickname.