"I got a bit too immersed in the drama just now..."
Laura Waltson playfully stuck out her tongue, got up, walked back to her room, found a small medicine pouch, randomly picked out a few black pills, swallowed them, and then ran into the public restroom.
She stayed inside for ten minutes.
When she came out, it was as if she was completely drained. Leaning weakly against the stair railing, she said feebly, "Grandma... my stomach still hurts..."
"Laura, why are you drenched in sweat?"
Penny Sullivan was a bit surprised. A period shouldn't look as excruciating as giving birth—her face pale, drenched in cold sweat.
"Grandma... I think I might be sick..." Laura clutched her stomach, writhing in agony.
Penny had already stepped forward to support her and immediately called out to the butler, "Get the driver to prepare the car. I'm taking Laura to the hospital."
"...Thank you, Grandma." Laura's heart was bursting with joy.
Her plan was already halfway successful.
