All the doctors had issued a stern warning to individuals with s*xually transmitted diseases: avoid seafood at all costs! Touching or consuming it could not only worsen symptoms but also lead to further healthplications.


    Hannah was gripped by fear!


    She had indulged herself, devouring a considerable amount of seafood just moments ago. Would she be gued by bad luck tonight?


    At that moment, Wendy picked up a piece of sea cucumber and ced it in Hannah’s bowl, saying, “Mom, you’ve been through so muchtely. You should eat more sea cucumber to help nourish your body.”


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    Panic surged through her as she quickly pushed the sea cucumber back to Wendy, feeling increasingly uneasy.


    The warmth from the six small hotpots had transformed the room into a sweltering sauna. Hannah was drenched in sweat, and the difort from her itch was growing worse.


    She abruptly stood up and eximed, “I’m full! I need to step outside for some fresh air. Please, enjoy your dinner.”


    Harold chimed in, “Mom, there are still plenty of abalones and oysters left.”


    Irritated, Hannah replied, “I said I’m full! I don’t want anymore!”


    With that, she left the room in haste.


    Once outside, Hannah felt a slight relief from the oppressive heat.


    However, she was acutely aware that she had just consumed a significant amount of seafood, and the side effects were yet to manifest.


    Having experienced the consequences of eating seafood while suffering from hemorrhoids before, she knew that the repercussions would likely set in about three hourster.


    With this knowledge, she braced herself for a night of difort…


    Depression washed over her. The previous night, during intimate moments with her husband, she hadpared him unfavorably to her supervisor, who had once brought her immense pleasure. Surprisingly, she found herself feeling less animosity toward the supervisor in that moment.


    Yet, she never anticipated that just a dayter, her situation would take such a dire turn.


    If she truly fell ill, what would happen to her?


    Hannah felt a wave of sorrow and hesitated to re-enter the stifling room.


    She waited for her family to finish their meal before returning with them.


    By then, the side effects from the seafood had begun to take their toll, and the itching sensation was bing unbearable, making it difficult for her to walk.


    When she finally arrived back at the vi in Thompson First, Hannah’s itch had escted to an intolerable level.


    The first thing she did upon entering the vi was scan the surroundings for anything discreet that she could sell.


    After a brief search, she spotted an imported DeLonghi coffee machine in the kitchen, which looked quite upscale.


    Lady Wilson never drank coffee, preferring tea instead. Therefore, she would likely overlook this coffee machine. If Hannah sold it discreetly, Lady Wilson would probably never find out.


    Curious, Hannah took to the inte to learn more about the coffee machine’s model.


    To her surprise, she discovered that it was a top-of-the-line, imported device, worth fifty thousand dors!


    Following her son’s lead, she logged into a second-hand website to search for simr machines. She found that aparable used coffee machine was listed for thirty thousand dors.


    Desperate to find a buyer quickly so she could see a doctor sooner, Hannah decided to lower the price and listed the coffee machine for twenty-five thousand dors on the local second-hand site.


    She fought through the itching and waited anxiously for more than ten minutes on her phone before someone reached out, saying, “I’m interested! Can Ie pick it up tomorrow morning?”


    Hannah quickly responded, “Absolutely! I’ll see you at the entrance of the Thompson First vimunity at nine o’clock tomorrow morning!”


    Meanwhile, far away in Southaven, Donald was engrossed in finding ways to halt the relentless decline of hispany’s stock prices. Suddenly, his assistant approached him, saying, “Mr. Webb, Hannah from the Wilson family just listed the coffee machine from the vi for sale on a second-hand website.”


    Donald was taken aback and eximed, “Oh my… is this family truly a gang of bandits?!”