The corners of Madeline’s lips curled as a smudge of mischief bled from her eyes.

Just as Karen was about to sit, Madeline frowned and placed a hand over her chest, dry heaving.

Everyone’s gaze fell unanimously on Madeline while Jeremy reached out to hold her with concern. “Are you alright, Vera?”

“Something smells bad. It makes me want to puke,” Madeline replied softly, “It might be from the soup, Jeremy. I feel bad. I think I need to vomit.”

“...”

Karen’s expression immediately darke