Harry Ross was breaking out in a cold sweat as he watched from the side, asking sympathetically, "President, do you need me to get you some chocolate? This way, you'll have some strength later."
Edwin Blake felt a bit better and glared at him, "No need, just keep quiet."
Ivy River smirked, "He's getting acupuncture, not giving birth. What's the point of chocolate."
Upon hearing this, Harry Ross was stunned, only then understanding what Ivy River meant.
He whispered in rebuttal, "But chocolate also provides energy. What if the President faints later?"
"Do you really think he put on over a hundred pounds for nothing?"
Ivy River snapped back.
"Oh, I was just worrying about our President."
"No need to worry. Come on, grab a towel and shove it into Edwin Blake's mouth."
Ivy River spoke coldly.
Edwin Blake panicked, "Why should I have a towel stuffed in my mouth? What are you planning to do to me?"
