CHAPTER 47

　　Bethel opened her eyes the moment she felt a moist lip on her cheek. She knew who it was even before opening her eyes. The little hands, the soft warmth of it. It's no one else but Angel.

　　"Good morning, Amma" she chuckled exposing a perfect white set of teeth.

　　Bethel felt so tired to even sit up, she feels not so her. She feels so sick and doesn't want to go to the hospital.

　　"Angel...who got you dressed for school?" She asked.

　　"One of the help,when you didn't come to my room" Angel replied, and Bethel felt an abnormal movement in her bowel. The force of the vomit rushed through her throat.

　　She jumped out of bed to the washroom and luckily, she was able to hold it before she got to the washroom.

　　She vomited over and over again and she felt like she would vomit her intestines out. Angel didn't see her, she already had the door locked. The only thing the little girl heard was running water and she had thought her nanny was washing her face.