"What's wrong with you?" Old Sterling changed color when he heard that Savannah was not feeling well. "I'd better call the doctor, or shall we go to the hospital?"
"Nausea and vomiting… just normal symptoms. Don't bother. Maybe it was a little noisy at the party. I'm much better now." Savannah lowered her head and murmured, "I want a rest, alone."
"Okay. Sophie! Emma? Take Miss Schultz back to her room. Don't talk loud in the house and walk quietly," ordered old Sterling, and then he turned to Savannah with a reassuring smile, "Savannah, have a good rest first. Tell me immediately if you still feel sick, and we must go to the hospital at that time. Delay is not permissible on anything about my dear grandson, even for a minute!"
He had known that it's better not to let the pregnant woman go to that bustling place. Dylan should have gone to Lionel's party himself! Why must he take Savannah together?
Savannah was helped upstairs by Sophie and Emma.
