Savannah's Signature

In the early morning, the sun had not yet penetrated through the clouds. "Ugh..." Savannah lay prone on the toilet bowl and vomited badly. She didn't vomit that much a few days ago, but after these days of hardship, her symptom seemed to have worsened. She vomited in the bathroom, so she did not hear Nick knocking on the door outside. As soon as Nick walked in, he heard Savannah vomit. "How are you? Why are you throwing up again? Aren't you already fully recovered?" Nick hurriedly crouched down. He raised his hand and placed it on Savannah's back, helping her catch her breath. Savannah pulled up the corners of her mouth and shook her head. "I don't know. Perhaps the 'little princess' knew that her daddy wasn't around, so she was anxious and lost her temper." Shocked, Nick looked at Savannah with a somewhat complicated expression. He hadn't thought that Savannah would still be able to maintain such a state of mind and make such a joke. Under these circumstances, even a man might not be