After dawdling for a while, Wendy finally opened the door.
"Nothing. I haven't had much of an appetite lately, and I feel like throwing up after eating." Wendy glanced at me out of the corner of her eye and pretended to be pitiful again. "It's not because Georgia has upset me."
I couldn't help but sneer.
"Go to the hospital. You don't wanna fall ill, do you?"
But Wendy pushed us away in a panic.
"I'm not going to the hospital!"
Realizing that her reaction was too strong, she tried to make up for it.
"I know my own body. Keith, let's go. Georgia can't wait to see us gone."
Keith glared at me fiercely.
"If something happens to Mom, I'll see how you make up for it!"
How I make up for it?
I want to see how you two make up for it.
I went back to the room while saying, "Get out of my house within an hour."
The next morning, I slept in and woke up naturally, which was rare.
The warm sun shone on me, and I was in a better mood.
I leisurely made breakfast, and when I took a bite, I realized that I hadn't had a warm breakfast in a long time.
Keith had a weak stomach and high demands for breakfast.