Chapter 151. Children's Tragedies - Part 8

The caregiver prepared a lot of delicious food. After I had a few bites, I could not eat anymore. Aaron frowned, a little displeased, and put some utensils into my bowl, and some said solemnly, "Eat these!"

I pursed my lips and could not eat anymore, but knowing that he meant well, I bowed my head and ate a few mouthfuls.

"Oh!" Before I swallowed it, I threw up all of it, even what I had eaten before.

I lay on the sink and retched for a long time. Aaron said to the nannies in the hall, "How did this happen?"

The nannies said with some fear, "Miss Ivelle has always been like this. She can hardly eat anything. Sometimes she can eat more, but once she takes one more bite, she will throw up all of it. The doctor in the family has also seen it. He said that Miss Ivelle was suffering from a heart attack, and the doctor can't help her."

Finally stopped retching, I cleaned it, straightened up, and looked at myself in the mirror. In a short period of a