Ling Chuxia rembered that the dicine box had been kicked under the sofa. She walked closer to the sofa, squatted down directly, slightly lowered her head, and glanced under the sofa but didn’t see the dicine box!
Ling Chuxia’s eyebrows knitted tightly, and a trace of confusion flashed in her eyes. Why couldn’t she see the dicine box? It was clearly under this sofa!
Ling Chuxia looked under the other sofas in the room but did not find any trace of the dicine box. The dicine box was here; it couldn’t possibly have vanished into thin air. Could soone have picked it up?
In this house, besides her, only Shi Che and Sister Hua were left. If Sister Hua had picked it up, that might be fine, but if Shi Che had picked it up...
Ling Chuxia’s dark pupils suddenly constricted, and a hint of tension slowly spread in her eyes. She abruptly stood up and walked quickly towards the kitchen.
Sister Hua was warming up breakfast. Seeing Ling Chuxia approaching quickly, she thought Chuxia was hungry and quickly said, "Young Madam, just one more minute and breakfast will be ready."
Ling Chuxia didn’t bother to reply to Sister Hua. She took a step forward, and her voice, though restrained, still carried a slightly tense tone, "Sister Hua, the dicine box under the sofa—have you seen it?"
Ling Chuxia’s sudden question surprised Sister Hua. She frowned in confusion, "What dicine box?"
Seeing Sister Hua’s expression, Chuxia already felt uneasy. She swallowed hard and slowly opened her mouth, clarifying word by word, "It’s a box of vitamins. I accidentally dropped it under the sofa yesterday. Have you seen it?"
Confusion deepened in Sister Hua’s eyes. She thought for a mont then shook her head, replying, "I didn’t notice it."
Ling Chuxia felt a chill running straight down from her forehead, causing her whole body to shiver uncontrollably.
If it hadn’t been picked up by Sister Hua, the only other possibility was...that Shi Che had found it?
If Shi Che had found it, Ling Chuxia had no idea what might happen next. Her face turned pale imdiately, and her hands involuntarily clenched.
Sister Hua didn’t understand why Ling Chuxia’s face had suddenly turned so pale, visibly shivering, looking like she was on the verge of collapsing.
She instinctively extended her hand and gently supported Ling Chuxia, full of concern, "Young Madam, what’s wrong with you? Why has your face gone so pale? And why is your body so cold?"
Her hand touched Ling Chuxia’s arm, which was ice cold.
Ling Chuxia shook her head unconsciously, her voice low, "I’m fine."
Sister Hua, seeing that Ling Chuxia clearly did not seem alright, neglected the breakfast she was warming. She turned off the stove then helped Ling Chuxia walk over to the sofa, "Young Madam, your complexion looks very bad. You should sit down and rest for a while."
Ling Chuxia, weak in her arms and legs, let Sister Hua help her over to the sofa, where she sat down. Sister Hua then returned to the kitchen to pour a cup of warm water for Ling Chuxia.
Ling Chuxia held the warm water in her hands, but her hands were still ice cold without any hint of warmth. She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down.
The situation wasn’t clear yet; she shouldn’t scare herself like this. She needed to find out where that dicine box had gone!
She thought for a mont, slightly raised her head, looked at Sister Hua, pursed her lips, and asked, "Sister Hua, when the young master ca downstairs this morning, did you see him holding sothing like a dicine box?"
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