Emily Parker stared intently at the photo on her phone, her eyes hollow, unable to pull herself together from the heartbreaking image for quite a while.
Her breathing grew heavier, and it felt as if an invisible hand was gripping her heart tightly, pulling it down bit by bit.
On the other end of the phone, Nana Ross kept sending messages, the notification sound buzzing like a fly, but Emily could not hear a single word.
A sharp pang of bitterness surged into her throat, and the intense nausea made her instinctively cover her mouth, staggering towards the bathroom.
She threw herself in front of the toilet and vomited violently, spewing out all the expensive supplements she had eaten earlier in one fell swoop. Her stomach churned as though it was about to expel all her internal organs.
After vomiting, she weakly straightened her body, reached out and touched her face, feeling the coolness on it. She had expected tears to burst out, but strangely, not a single tear fell.
