Though reluctantly, Sabrina took a piece and cautiously brought it to her mouth.

When the pungent, gamey aroma wafted to her nostrils, discomfort settled in.

Sabrina quickly put her cutlery down and doubled over, retching into a bin and bringing up all the food she had just consumed.

Concern etched across his face, Tyrone immediately stood up, walked to Sabrina, and gently patted her back.

Sabrina kept vomiting until all the contents of her stomach were empty.

Tyrone helped her up and handed her a glass of water. “How are you feeling now?"

With the color drained from her face, Sabrina took the glass and rinsed her mouth. "I'm fine. I don't know why I suddenly felt nauseous and vomited."

Sabrina, who had previously enjoyed mutton, was repulsed by it today.

Tyrone suspected that the mutton's freshness was the cause of her aversion. Picking up a piece, he sniffed it.

Although Tyrone hadn't tasted the mutton yet, witnessing Sabrina's reaction raised suspicions. He pushed the two dishes aside and warned, “We best not eat them."

Wearing a solemn expression, Tyrone pressed the bell, signaling the need for immediate attention.

In a matter of minutes, the waitress knocked on the door and entered the room, sensing the somber atmosphere. A feeling of unease settled on the waitress. "Sir and Madam, what can I do for you?"

When the waitress noticed the two mutton dishes to the side, she felt something was amiss.

Tyrone's countenance darkened as he spoke with gravity. "My wife suddenly vomited after eating the braised mutton. She loves mutton, and this has never happened before. I suspect the mutton in your restaurant isn't fresh and may not even be fit for consumption."

The waitress looked concerned at Sabrina, who sat there with a pale face and attempted to reassure them. "I'm sorry for what happened. We made the food today, and it should be fresh. It's highly unlikely that it could be bad. Would you like me to exchange the two dishes for fresh ones?"

A high-end establishment like this wouldn't risk tarnishing its reputation with subpar practices.

Tyrone was a regular patron due to the consistently excellent quality.

He found himself in an unexpected situation when Sabrina, who typically enjoyed mutton, suddenly vomited after catching a whiff.

"I'd like to speak to the manager, please." Tyrone wasn't concerned about the money and aimed to spare the waitress any embarrassment.

The waitress hesitated briefly, recognizing the need to handle the situation delicately. She agreed, "Certainly. Please wait a moment.