This time, Ella threw up badly. Eric had the bodyguards watch the kids while he rushed to her side, patting her back and helping her catch her breath.
Little Elias and little Dorian had no idea what was going on and were about to follow, but the bodyguard quickly stopped them.
"Uncle, what's wrong with mommy?" Elias asked, while Dorian kept struggling, "Uncle, I want to go over there, let go of us…"
"Your mommy ate something bad, she'll be fine soon," the bodyguard softly explained. It was Eric who didn't allow the two little masters to go over.
Ella vomited for about two minutes before the nausea finally stopped. Eric silently handed her a bottle of water. She took a sip and rinsed her mouth.
Her limbs felt weak, and her forehead was drenched in cold sweat.
"Ella, listen to me, go see a doctor, okay?" Eric looked at her pale face, furrowing his brow with a deep sense of worry.