“Of course."

In the restroom, Deanna was seated on the toilet, writhing in pain.

Whenever her period arrived, she suffered not only from abdominal pain but also diarrhea.

It was unbearable. Her pants were soiled, and she had no sanitary products on hand. She wasn't sure if anyone else was around.

“Deanna, are you okay?" A knock sounded on the door.

Recognizing Rosalynn‘s voice, Deanna pursed her lips.

The last person she wanted to see was Rosalynn.

"Deanna, if you don't respond, I'm coming in.”

Hearing no reply, Rosalynn feared for Deanna's well-being and hurriedly pushed the door open.

Deanna, however, was seated on the toilet, glaring at her furiously.

“Who gave you permission to come in?"

Rosalynn arched an eyebrow.

"Well, you seem alright. I'll leave now."

"Wait!" Deanna urgently called out as she noticed Rosalynn preparing to leave.

Rosalynn paused and turned to her, a questioning expression on her face.

"What's the matter?" she asked.

Deanna glared at her, frustration evident in her voice.

“Why are you so dismissive? Why didn't you even bother to ask me before jumping to conclusions? Can't you see that I'm feeling terrible?"

What an unruly girl!

Fighting back the urge to Laugh, Rosalynn responded, "Well, judging by how loudly you spoke, I assumed you were doing just fine. It didn't seem like a problem to you."

"You..." Deanna was pissed, her stomach cramping once again. She placed her hand on her belly, unable to speak.

With a serious expression, Rosalynn approached her.