As if she had done something wrong, Yasmine hesitated for a long time before she replied, "Mom was not at home, so I ordered takeout."
In this case, the contaminated food was the takeout with poor quality.
Looking at her frightened expression, I stroked her head and said softly, "It's okay. The takeout food you ordered is to blame. It's not your fault.
"By the way, you said your mom was not at home. Where did she go? I couldn't get through to her either."
Yasmine dropped her gaze with a flicker of dejection in her eyes. I asked her worriedly what was wrong.
"Mom said she was busy and told me to go to the hospital myself."
"What is she busy with?" I furrowed my brow. Rena should have gotten off work at 5 pm.
Yasmine didn't say anything. She just lay back on the bed and turned over with her back to me.
"I need to sleep."
She refused to answer my question about Rena.
2
After I walked out of the ward, I leaned against the wall and took out my phone to call Rena again.
I wanted to talk to her. She was usually careless, but what she did today hurt our daughter.
I waited for a long time before the call was answered.
"Hello, what's up?" Rena's voice was filled with displeasure at being disturbed.