"How could it be possible that I got poisoned by potatoes? It's obviously the cakes' problem!" Madison said with a snort, "They want to keep us in the hospital and make money from us? No way!"
Madison still didn't believe that there was something wrong with the potatoes, but she forgot that Quinn and Liam were the only ones who ate the cakes.
The doctor was so angry at Madison that he said, "If you want to be discharged from the hospital, you have to sign a waiver. You can only be discharged after signing it."
When we got home, Quinn looked at the potatoes a painful look on his face, but he still told me to dispose of them.
Madison refused to give them to me, saying she would wash them a few more times to feed the chickens at home.
I whispered, "Grandma, don't eat them anymore. What if you get sick again?"
Madison slapped me in the face and said, "Shut up! It's obviously the cakes that have a problem. We can't waste the good potatoes."
I covered my painful right cheek and looked at her, thinking, "Old shrew, you will regret it if you don't listen to my advice."
The next morning, Madison urged me to get up quickly to pick up my brother and take him home.