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    Harold was in excruciating pain at that moment. “I don’t know what’s happening; my stomach hurts so badly…”


    Suddenly, Harold felt a surge of energy building up inside him, much stronger and more intense than before, rushing downward at an rming speed.


    In an instant, a loud puff echoed through the room, and an overwhelming stench filled the living area.


    Christopher instinctively looked beneath Harold and saw a brownish, sticky fluid leaking out. He shouted in shock, “Damn it, Harold, you just pooped your pants!”<h3 style="background-color:DodgerBlue">


    “What?!” Everyone’s gaze snapped to Harold at once.


    It was unmistakable!


    There was something foul oozing from Harold’s behind!


    Lady Wilson eximed angrily, “Damn it, you fool, this sofa is imported from Italy!”


    Harold was equally taken aback. He stammered, “I… I… I don’t know what happened! My stomach hurt so much that I wanted to fart, and then…”


    Wendy asked, puzzled, “Harold, did you identally inhale some of the powder while grinding thexatives?”


    “No!” Harold grimaced in pain.


    Just as Lady Wilson was about to reprimand him, she suddenly clutched her stomach and cried out, “Oh God, what’s happening? My stomach hurts too! Oh my God, it hurts so much! I can’t take it…”


    Gripping her stomach tightly, Lady Wilson screamed in agony, and then she copsed to the floor, convulsing unexpectedly.


    “Mom!” Christopher rushed forward to catch her as she fell. However, as he stood, he felt a sharp, stabbing pain in his abdomen.


    Almost immediately, he felt a turbulent sensation in his stomach, followed by a hot, steamy mess filling his pants!<fn9> Newest update provided by Find~Novel</fn9>


    Damn it!


    He had pooped his pants too!


    What…


    What on earth was happening?!


    As Lady Wilson writhed on the floor, moaning, “Oh no, oh God, my stomach hurts so badly! Argh, I can’t handle this anymore!”


    With a loud shout, she expelled all the food from her stomach.


    She, too, felt an uncontroble energy surging within her, and she soiled herself as well…


    Desperately, Lady Wilson cried while the watery mess continued to gush out, “Call an ambnce, call an ambnce…”


    Wendy was about to reach for her phone when a sudden stomach cramp hit her. She copsed onto the sofa with a cry, paralyzed by pain.


    Hannah was thest to sumb to the stomach ache, but she quickly began to vomit and lost control as well.


    The entire living room reeked far worse than a public restroom, and the stench was overwhelming! It was a truly horrendous scene!


    Harold’s backside was caked in excrement. He struggled to find a clean spot to sit but felt utterly drained. His face contorted in agony as he whined, “Grandma, what did you put in the dumplings? Something must be wrong with them!”


    Lady Wilson weakly replied, “Impossible. The chives are fresh, the meat is fresh, and the eggs are fresh. What could possibly have gone wrong?”


    Wendy, in so much distress that her lips began to turn blue, gasped, “Grandma, it feels like someone is slicing my belly with a knife. Am I going to die here…”


    Grinding his teeth, Christopher dered, “I’ll call 911. Just hold on!”


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