"Honey, I feel awful," Vanessa Armstrong turned and threw herself into Oliver Shaw's arms, pouting with distress.
"What did you eat tonight, for it to be this bad? Is Seraphina feeling unwell too?"
Oliver Shaw gently stroked Vanessa Armstrong's back while asking with concern. Seraphina had somehow run over, holding onto the bathroom door, chirping, "I'm fine."
"Oh, as long as you're fine," Oliver Shaw propped up the slumped Vanessa in his arms. "Come on, let's take you to the hospital for a check-up."
"Honey, I'm uncomfortable..." Vanessa clung lifelessly to Oliver Shaw's shoulder. Oliver had no choice but to carry her, instructed the housemaid a few things, and told his daughter to watch TV at home before taking Vanessa to the hospital for a check-up.
At the hospital, Vanessa Armstrong's series of examination reports all came back normal, showing no signs of food poisoning. Yet she still lay in Oliver Shaw's arms, moaning about feeling unwell, occasionally dry heaving.
