"Cough... Grandma, don't be upset. Julian just returned to the country and doesn't understand the situation yet." Bertha Marley consoled her while furrowing her brows and coughing.
"I hope that's the case... Fortunately, I have you by my side. Both grandsons have grown up, and not one listens to me. It's so infuriating!"
Ruth Upperton shook her head in anger, feeling the force of Bertha Marley's gentle tapping on her back, like a massage, slowly calming her nerves.
She then turned her gaze to Bertha Marley's pale face, slightly surprised, and asked, "Bertha, you don't look well?"
"Cough, cough..."
Bertha Marley coughed twice more, covering her mouth, and said timidly, "I played tennis with Julian for over an hour and sweated a lot. He gave me a bottle of iced energy water, and after drinking it, my stomach felt a bit uncomfortable. I've been to the bathroom several times... Now my throat seems a bit itchy too..."
"Are you going to have a tummy upset?"
