Cassie vomited a lot at home.
She just ate a little, but she nearly vomited what she ate last night.
Her nanny kept waiting for her at the door of the restroom, looking anxious. Her fingers twisted together. She looked helpless.
Shirley was also nervous.
She stood behind Cassie, watching her vomiting anxiously. After Cassie calmed down, Shirley sighed, "Why do you have such a great response? Look, you have just eaten so little, but you all vomited it. It can't keep in this way,"
Cassie was weak. She just leaned against the sofa. She still felt terrible.
"Did your mother have such an intense reaction when she was carrying you?" Shirley inquired curiously.
Cassie shook her head lightly. How did she know that? She thought.
Shirley let out a sigh and turned to the nanny, reproaching, "How did you prepare the meals? Can't you make some suitable and enjoyable dishes for a pregnant woman?"
