Mrs. Brown felt relieved. As she was speaking to Jessica, she brought her to the bed and laid her down.

Jessica’s expression changed shortly. She gripped Mrs. Brown’s hand and said in fear, “Mom, my tummy hurts.”

Upon hearing that, Mrs. Brown dashed outside and shouted, “Chelsea, quickly call an ambulance. Jessica is having a tummy ache.”

Chelsea was eating an apple. As soon as she heard her mother’s shout, she walked over leisurely and leaned against the door of the room before she said, “Mom, she’s always saying that her stomach hurts. Don’t buy it. Calling an ambulance is a waste of medical resources. Let’s leave the service to other people who are in need.”

“Jessica fell down just now!”

Mrs. Brown roared, “Hurry up and call an ambulance.”

It was only when Chelsea saw Jessica suffering on the bed did she trust that it was real. Chelsea swiftly rang for an ambulance.

…

At four in the afternoon, the sunlight was pale.

All You Can Eat did not close in the afternoon like it usu