My fault

As soon as her words landed, Dante opened the door to let her in, and she breathed a sigh of relief. "I've told the maid to reserve the most delicious food for you. Hurry up and have some food. It's not good for your health to work with an empty stomach." "I'll have the tutor come over tomorrow." This topic was so heavy. "Dante, I'm a student, and all the students would like to have as many vacations as possible." She tried to reason with him. "Every parent would like to see their children get better grades." Hmm? How come this sounded so weird? Yet she couldn't refute it. Damn it! "Ah..." Renee wailed, holding her head with her hands, and said. "My head hurts. The wound may have dehisced again. I think I'll need to be hospitalized..." Before she finished the sentence,Dante’s face suddenly twisted in pain, covering his abdomen with his hand. "What's wrong?" Renee was worried and asked. "You just gave me a stomachache." Renee realized her trick didn't work in an instant. Dante had picke