Bertha Haines's stomach was hurting more and more.
Initially, she could endure it.
As the pain gradually intensified, she really wished she could just die on the spot.
Amos Smith was playing mahjong with a few childhood friends and, when his eyes fell on the young girl, he immediately gave up his seat to the person next to him.
When he walked over to the young girl, he realized that her forehead was covered in sweat.
"If you feel uncomfortable, go back to the guest room and rest first."
"Can you still walk?"
Bertha Haines nodded slightly to Amos Smith, her body slightly hunched.
But she had overestimated herself a bit.
After just two steps, her legs trembled and she nearly fell. Just as she was biting her teeth and preparing to keep moving forward, the world suddenly spun around her.
Soon after, a deep voice entered her ears.
"Hold on tight."
Bertha Haines realized she was now actually on Amos Smith.
He had lifted her up in a princess carry.
