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Violet furrowed her brow, feeling a slight itch on her neck. She reached up to scratch it.

However, it only seemed to worsen the itch.

After a while, her face turned red, and she rubbed it a couple of times, feeling extremely uncomfortable.

She closed her eyes, sensing that her whole body seemed to be getting

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Violet was not s tupid. She could feel that there was something wrong with her body. Moreover, this feeling was too familiar. It was like... an allergic

reaction!

Despite her discomfort, her mind was remarkably clear.

Violet remembered the incident when she won an award in a competition. previously, and the design department had a gathering at the Moonlight Pavilion. Everyone found out about her seafood allergy back then.

She also recalled the chicken soup that Ellie brought to her this morning.

At the time, she found the taste a bit odd but didn’t think much of it because she usually avoided seafood due to her allergy. Now, thinking back, that bowl of soup must have been seriously problematic. Violet had unknowingly consumed seafood from the soup and had an allergic reaction.

Violet's anger flared up, but it was competition time, and she couldn’t confront Ellie about it.

She endured the discomfort and started sketching her design draft.

When Patrick’s gaze fell on Violet’s face again, his expression instantly changed.

He stood up abruptly and walked directly to Violet. “What’s wrong with you?”

People at the competition venue looked over with curiosity.

Violet endured her discomfort while working on her design. She never expected Patrick to approach her so suddenly.

She gritted her teeth and shook her head. “It's nothing.”

Patrick noticed the red spots on her face and even the red marks from her scratching.

As Violet spoke, she couldn't help but reach up to rub her face and scratch

her neck.

Patrick’s brows furrowed deeply. “Tell me the truth, or else I'll ask you to leave right now.”

Violet looked up at Patrick with a helpless expression. “I... might be having an allergic reaction. But | can endure it. Please don’t ask me to leave.”

After saying this, Violet couldn't help but feel nauseous due to her discomfort, almost on the verge of vomiting.

Patrick watched her in this state, feeling both frustrated and

uncomfortable. If he hadn’t told her to stop the competition, she probably

wouldn't have told the truth.

At this moment, a middle-aged judge approached them and asked, “What’s going on?”

Patrick frowned and said, “She’s having an allergic reaction, but she insists. on continuing the competition.”

The middle-aged judge looked concerned. “Are you sure it’s okay? We don’t want anything serious to happen.”

Violet gritted her teeth. “I can handle it.”

The middle-aged judge raised an eyebrow, looking thoughtful. “Alright. You can continue drawing. But if it becomes too much, don’t force yourself.”

Violet nodded, stubbornly holding onto her pen and quickly sketching her

design.

Patrick watched her intently, and his gaze turned gloomy.

He hadn't expected Violet to insist on competing despite her allergic

reaction.

He tried to calm his heart and turned away from Violet, heading toward the judges’ seats.

After about fifteen minutes, Patrick's phone screen lit up.

He got up and went out for a moment.

When he returned, he had a box of medicine in his hand.

He walked straight to Violet and placed the medicine on her desk. “If you’re going to continue drawing, take some allergy medicine first.”

Violet was itching all over to the point of madness. Seeing Patrick helped her to bring her medicine at this moment, she looked at him gratefully. “Thank you!”

Patrick’s face was stern, and his voice was icy. “No need to thank me.”

Violet took a bottle of mineral water and swallowed two pills, then continued drawing her design.

Perhaps due to a combination of psychological factors and the effect of the medicine, after about fifteen minutes, she felt that the itching on her body wasn’t as intense.

However, the red spots on her skin hadn't subsided, and the urge to vomit was still there, though not as pronounced as before. Violet endured the discomfort and increased her drawing speed.

Several judges on the panel knew about Violet's condition. They were

surprised and admired her for continuing to work under these.

circumstances.

Time passed by, minute by minute.

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It was noon already.

Lunch was brought in, but Violet didn’t touch it.

On the one hand, she couldn’t eat anything, and on the other hand, she suddenly wasn’t sure if the soup from this morning had been tampered with by Ellie.

After taking the medicine and calming down, Violet thought of a question.

Would Ellie be so foolish as to knowingly give her a soup with seafood. inside, knowing she was allergic to seafood?

If that were the case, Ellie would be the first person suspected if anything

went wrong.

If Ellie didn’t do it, could there be something wrong with her lunch as

well?

Violet didn’t dare to take any chances with this matter. Although the medicine that Patrick brought had temporarily relieved her allergy symptoms, it wasn’t a precise treatment, and she was still very

uncomfortable.

Right now, she just wanted to finish her design and go to the hospital as soon as possible.

While others were eating, Violet continued to work on her design..

She had a chance to go to the restroom during lunchtime. After Violet came to the restroom, she couldn't help but vomit. After vomiting, she felt a bit weak.

Everyone at the competition knew that Violet was having an allergic reaction but still persevered in the competition. They looked at her with. sympathy and admiration. Of course, there were a few disdainful and schadenfreude-filled glances.

The competition ended at five in the afternoon, but Violet finished her design at three.

After she finished, she submitted her work.

After that, she rushed out and went straight to the bathroom to vomit

again.

Several judges took turns to review her design, and their eyes were filled with amazement. They hadn't expected that, even while ill, Violet could produce such outstanding work.

With only two hours left in the competition, Patrick told the other judges, “I'll take Violet to the hospital, just in case something happens.”

The other judges knew Violet was from Foreverie Jewelry, so they didn’t object.

Patrick left the competition venue and waited for Violet at the restroom door.

When Violet came out, Patrick looked at her and said, “Let’s go, I'll take you to the hospital.”

Violet was in extreme discomfort at this point, weakly nodding in

agreement.

Patrick took a step forward, but Violet didn’t follow. He turned around and saw Violet leaning against the wall, her legs trembling slightly.

He felt a twinge of pain in his heart but couldn't help but say, “You're being too stubborn. | thought you were tougher than this.” Violet didn’t have the strength to argue with him. “Wait, | just need a moment to catch my breath.”

Seeing her in such a weakened state and realizing she hadn't actively sought help, Patrick felt a mixture of frustration and anger. He took a deep breath and suddenly took a step forward, lifting Violet in

his arms.

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