Angela Banks looked at her for a while, then gave a cold laugh and pushed her away as she stumbled upstairs.
Sherry White watched her retreating figure, slightly frowning, and then followed her.
Angela Banks knelt beside the toilet, vomiting incessantly.
"Angela, what is really going on?"
Sherry White, concerned, went to help her up, but Angela Banks forcefully pushed her away.
She staggered, took several steps back, and finally stabilized herself.
"Angela…" Sherry White looked at her in disbelief.
After Angela Banks finished vomiting, she staggered to her feet, turned, and walked into the bedroom.
She opened the wardrobe, took her clothes out, and threw them on the bed; then, she dragged a suitcase out from under the bed.
"Angela, what are you doing?" Sherry White, bewildered, stood to one side, watching as Angela Banks took out her passport and ID card, put them in her bag, and folded her change of clothes into the suitcase.
