Oliver was so well behaved, I could not scare him.
Three hours later, he covered his stomach and let out a gurgling sound.
I was still lying on the floor. I could not move and could only tell him to make instant noodles himself.
"Call me if the water is boiling."
Oliver was too short. He climbed onto the chair to reach the kettle, but unexpectedly the kettle tipped over and splashed onto his face.
He screamed and fell off the chair.
"Oliver!"
He rolled on the floor in pain.
"Olivia, it hurts, help me ...."
"Oliver, go to the bathroom and rinse yourself with cold water!"
I crawled towards him with all my strength. The broken bones were piercing into my chest and every breath I took felt like a knife cutting me.
The little boy stumbled into the bathroom, turned on the faucet and laid on the floor with the water pouring down on him. However, he still cried in pain.
I had crawled less than five meters when the pain became so severe that I could not move any further.
Poor Oliver's crying had not stopped yet.
I got my phone and dialed my mother's number, only to find out that I had been blocked.
When I was bullied before, I always called her to cry and she got impatient.