Meanwhile, as Vivian's furrowed brows suggested her determination to uncover the root of her illness, Grandma Celia conceded defeat and resolved to share her suspicions. "Alright, alright," she surrendered, "I think I know what's been making me so sick," she finally admitted.
Grandma Vivian's gaze sharpened, realizing that Celia's words corroborated her own suspicions. "Well, don't keep me waiting. What's been causing you to vomit so frequently?" she inquired, eager to hear any insight that could provide relief. After all, if Celia truly had an idea of what was afflicting her, Grandma Vivian was all ears.
