Joseph Thompson's grip loosened, and she collapsed onto the floor, her face deathly pale!
Susanna Smith pressed her hand against the spot where she had had surgery, grimacing in pain, with beads of sweat forming on her forehead.
She didn't even have the strength to get up, just sitting there on the ground, gasping for air with her mouth wide open.
Phoebe Smith, who had been playing games upstairs, heard the noise from downstairs and immediately thumped down the stairs. When she saw Susanna Smith struggling on the floor, she froze for a moment, then threw herself at her.
"Aunt, what's wrong with you?" Phoebe bent down to help Susanna Smith up, then shouted at Joseph Thompson, "Second brother, what are you doing? My aunt isn't in good health, why are you getting angry with her?"
Joseph Thompson just stood there, his face cold and dark, looking at the mother and daughter before him, his fists clenched so hard that veins stood out on the back of his hand.
