Emma Benson's body trembled violently, biting her lip, her watery eyes red.
But she didn't cry, her hands tightly clutching the clothes on his back.
"Okay, I won't think about it anymore. I promise you, I definitely won't think about it..." She nodded vigorously, took a deep breath, and raised her head from the man's chest, trying to smile at him.
This smile, the man understood, seemed decided, unwavering!
"I believe..." Walter Schmidt held her tighter, leaned down, and whispered comfort in her ear before they walked out of the bathroom.
Emma Benson was led back to bed to rest by the man, and then three gastroenterologists were called in.
They conducted a simple check-up on Emma Benson and found that her stomach was indeed bloated. At the marshal's request, they prescribed some stomach medications.
Emma Benson cooperated very well, took her medicine, and lay down to rest. She felt particularly exhausted and fell asleep within moments, not having eaten lunch.
