"Here." Connor touched his own tummy, giving Braylee a pathetic look. "It feels swollen."
Braylee poked his forehead with her fingertip and remarked, "You deserve it. See if you dare to take seafood again in the future!"
"It's Mr. Cara." Connor pointed at Cara. "He's the one who let me eat it."
Cara looked at him with raised eyebrows but in the end, he took the blame. "He's right. It was me."
"That's enough, Mr. Cara. You don't need to cover up for him. Don't I know this rascal enough? He made you bring him to eat that." Braylee pinched Connor's cheeks.
Connor stuck out his tongue.
At exactly this moment, someone knocked on the door.
Before Braylee could give any instructions, the caretaker had already walked over to open the door.
A man in a white coat came in. Upon seeing Cara, the man broke into a wide and infectious grin as he exclaimed, "Cara, you are really here!"