A fever?
Viola held her breath, and her expression turned serious. She turned around and was about to leave. "Buy a plane ticket immediately and return home."
"Honey, wait a moment."
Ormand grabbed Viola's wrist and said in a matter-of-fact tone, "It's late at night in the United States, and there are no private planes here this time. There may not be a flight back at night. Even if you want to go home, the plane will take more than 20 hours to arrive."
Viola coldly glared at him. "Then what should we do? Just keep waiting. Ormand, let me ask you. We're not at home, but our babies have a fever and are sick. Are you not worried at all?"
Viola shook off Ormand's hand and walked out of the venue in her high heels.