Later, Hugh heard his stomach complained. He walked to the kitchen and found the bowl and a container full of fragrant porridge.
"Guys! Who cooked this porridge? I'm eating it." He shouted to his cousins.
At this moment, at the hallway, Clarence just stepped out from the elevator and saw the dazed Sheila. She only stood there in front of him but her vision past way him.
"Sheila?" He waved his hand at her face.
"Huh? Oh, Clarence," Sheila said softly, too soft, Clarence almost couldn't make out her words.
"Anything wrong? Why are you here? Big bro is waiting for you."
"Huh?" Unexpectedly, she rested her head on his shoulder. She didn't budge or say a word.
This was a different Sheila for Clarence. The Sheila he knew was confident, strong-willed, wouldn't easily give up, and always found a way to solve her problems. However, this Sheila was dazing, completely nonplussed.
"Sheila, what happened?"
"Huh?" No more words came out from her. Her eyes were hazy, her face was dry.
