"Look at you, if you don't want to drink, don't force yourself. If you feel even a little uncomfortable, don't drink it. Now the dinner you managed to eat has all been thrown up."
Yancy Hastings' mom was a bit anxious, tears welling up in her eyes.
This child has a hard life.
She must not want to make her sad, so she forced herself to drink it.
Now it's all thrown up, and she made herself feel so uncomfortable.
"I'm sorry, auntie, I seem to have messed up again."
Fiona Sutton turned her pale face to look at Yancy Hastings' mom standing by.
"Silly child, auntie just feels sorry for your body, you see how uncomfortable it is when you throw up."
Saying this, she directly took the stuff she threw up and carried it to the bathroom.
Faintly, you could hear the sound of running water in the bathroom.
Fiona Sutton sat on the bed, leaning against the back, her pale face looking at the closed bathroom door.
Yancy Hastings' mother is really great.
