Half a month ago, I had the same doubts about Nolan.
It was a stormy night with thunder and lightning.
Nolan accidentally stained his dress shirt at a dinner party and called to order me to bring him a new set immediately.
When I arrived at the hotel room door, heavily pregnant and bedraggled, I overheard Nolan and Meadow's playful laughter coming from the bathroom.
Meadow first giggled, complaining that Nolan had gone too far, leaving her soaking wet.
Then she added with a chuckle that if I were to catch them in their current state of play, I might be so heartbroken that I'd miscarry on the spot, killing both me and the baby, which would be quite the mess to clean up.
Nolan let out a scornful laugh and said dismissively:
"One big and one small nuisance, if they both died at once, it'd actually make things easier."
Recalling this, I looked at the man with a deadpan expression:
"Are you incapable of understanding human speech, Nolan?
What I mean is, I'm truly sick of you.