  &quot;It was me. I treated them with seafood. I'm sorry. I didn't know this would make Connor sick.&quot; Cara lowered his gaze.
      So this is the reason!
      Braylee smiled bitterly. &quot;It's not your fault, Mr. Cara.&quot;
      Knowing my kids, Connor must be the one who requested for seafood.
      Besides, Cara helped me a lot tonight, so I can't push all the fault onto him.
      &quot;I'll take the responsibility no matter what, as Connor is sick because of me.&quot; Cara took off his coat, which was stained with Connor's vomit, and sat beside Braylee.
      Braylee rubbed her face. &quot;Mr. Cara, it's late, so you should go back home now. Sorry for wasting your time. When Connor recovers, I'll thank you properly.&quot;
      &quot;It's alright. I'll stay here and help you look after Sharon in case Connor has to do a medical checkup later. It's better than leaving her al

  When she was about to go out, the ward door opened, and Cara entered the room with a big plastic bag in his hand.
      &quot;Mr. Cara.&quot; Sharon waved at Cara as she greeted him happily, while Cara nodded with a warm expression.
      &quot;Mr. Cara, I thought you left.&quot; Braylee looked at Cara, surprised.
      When she woke up, she didn't see Cara around, so she thought he had left.
      &quot;I didn't. I just went to change my outfit. Take this. It's breakfast.&quot; Cara handed the plastic bag to Braylee.
      &quot;Great! I was just about to go buy.&quot; Braylee took the breakfast over happily and placed them on the table.
      It was almost nine in the morning when they finished breakfast.
      Cara looked at her and announced, &quot;You're excused from work for two days. Take good care of Connor. I'll fetch Sharon, so don't worry.&quot;
      &quot;Thank you, Mr. Ca

  Cara furrowed his eyebrows slightly as his eyes dimmed.
      The kids were whispering to each other. Suddenly, Connor grimaced in pain as he clutched his stomach and vomited.
      &quot;Connor!&quot; Sharon was just beside Connor, and it shocked her when she saw her brother vomiting.
      Braylee turned to look at her son, and she was shocked. She inched closer to Connor with an anxious expression, and her voice was trembling. &quot;Baby, are you okay?&quot;
      Connor didn't reply and continued to vomit.
      Cara walked toward them and crouched down in front of Connor with a tensed look. Touching Connor's face and forehead, he lowered his voice. &quot;His body is cold, and he's breaking out in cold sweat. We must take him to the hospital now.&quot;
      Cara carried Connor in his arms without hesitation and dashed to the lift.
      Braylee saw that and quickly dragged Sharon 

&quot;It was me. I treated them with seafood. I'm sorry. I didn't know this would make Connor sick.&quot; Cara lowered his gaze.
      So this is the reason!
      Braylee smiled bitterly. &quot;It's not your fault, Mr. Cara.&quot;
      Knowing my kids, Connor must be the one who requested for seafood.
      Besides, Cara helped me a lot tonight, so I can't push all the fault onto him.
      &quot;I'll take the responsibility no matter what, as Connor is sick because of me.&quot; Cara took off his coat, which was stained with Connor's vomit, and sat beside Braylee.
      Braylee rubbed her face. &quot;Mr. Cara, it's late, so you should go back home now. Sorry for wasting your time. When Connor recovers, I'll thank you properly.&quot;
      &quot;It's alright. I'll stay here and help you look after Sharon in case Connor has to do a medical checkup later. It's better than leaving her alone in the ward, isn't it?&quot; Cara turned to look at her.
      Braylee opened her mouth, b

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