It was getting late. After dinner, Dexter decided they would spend the night here and head back in the morning.
As they entered the room, Mercy suddenly felt a sharp pain in her stomach, causing her to crouch down instinctively, clutching her abdomen.
"Mercy, what's wrong? Is your stomach hurting?" Dexter asked anxiously, reaching out to help her up. "I'll take you to the hospital right now!"
Mercy's face turned pale and her lips lost their color. She rested her chin on Dexter's knee, tiny beads of sweat forming on her forehead.
In a weak voice, she said, "Uncle, don't worry. I'm fine, no need for the hospital."
Dexter thought she was just trying to reassure him, which made him even more worried. "No, we should go to the hospital. Why would you be in so much pain if it's nothing?"
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