Then she took a picture and Googled it. It turned out to be a placenta, and it was indeed beneficial for health.
But...
For Theresa, it was simply unacceptable.
As long as she thought of what it was, her stomach twitched fiercely. She couldn’t even imagine the feeling of drinking the soup stewed by the placenta.
" Come on, Theresa, just drink it while it's hot. The doctor said your body was still weak and you will need this. This is the best tonic I can get. Just eat meat as well. This is beneficial for your body..."
"Eh..."
Before Elizabeth could finish speaking, Theresa had almost thrown up just smelling the taste of the soup.
She ran to the bathroom rapidly and vomited all the food she ate.
Armand gently patted her on the back. "Is the soup really that bad?"
He didn't know what was inside that soup, but what he knew was that Theresa couldn’t accept it.
Theresa washed away the filth, rinsed her mouth, and looked up at him. "Armand Bernie."
Armand asked, "Well, what can I do for you?"
"I'm afraid I can’t hold on to it much longer, so I need to get you ready for what’s coming next." If this went on, she would lose her mind.
She could put up with most things, but she had a bottom line, and this soup thing had crossed the line.
"I have already made a concession, don't push me again and again, you have to consider my feelings..."
"I know." Armand reached out to wipe her mouth, but Theresa turned her head away, "I can't drink that soup."
Armand's hand froze awkwardly. He curled his fingers and retracted slowly.
"Okay, fine, you go in there first, I’ll talk to grandma."
Theresa walked past him sideways.
" Theresa..."
"Grandma."
Elizabeth wanted to call her back but was then interrupted by Armand. He walked over, pushed Elizabeth into the room, and told Dora, "Throw away the soup..."
Elizabeth's eyes popped widely. "Do you have any idea how hard I managed to get this? And you just throw it away?"
It was impossible to get the placenta without the help of staff in the hospital. And that was quite expensive!
Dora stood up and asked, "Am I throwing it away or not?"
"Don’t you do that!"
Elizabeth shouted.
Armand said, "Do as I said, throw it away."
Elizabeth shivered angrily. "What do you want to do?"
Armand ignored her anger, led her into the room, and closed the door.
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