Chantelle was shocked by his words and quickly turned to look at him. Her eyes widened in horror.
Red rashes had spread across Daniel's body. His hands, which had touched the crayfish, were swollen and looked painful.
"You're allergic to crayfish?" she was confused. She had never heard about it before.
"I wasn't before," Daniel replied weakly. "Maybe it's the new medicine I'm taking... it must've caused some reaction."
Even though he looked pale and uncomfortable, he still kept peeling the crayfish for her.
Chantelle grew furious at his stubbornness. She grabbed a tissue, wiped his hands, and snapped, "Stop peeling the crayfish! We're going home!"
"Don't worry. Philip's here to look after me. I'll just take a pill when I get home," Daniel said, trying to reassure her.
"How can I not worry? Just look at how pale you are! You're a grown man—why can't you take care of yourself?" Chantelle scolded him, then walked over to Philip and Thea to explain what happened.
