At this moment, Mrs. Varley had already woken up.
She opened her eyes and saw that Brightan was fine. Without hesitation, she hugged the little boy tightly and cried loudly.
No one could console her, and no one could make her let go. She cried as if the world had turned dark and everything had lost its light.
Sarah Sullivan watched coldly. Although this old lady was both stubborn and annoying, at least her love for Brightan was genuine.
Sarah had no doubt that if necessary, this old lady would sacrifice her life for her grandson.
"Alright, stop crying. Take Brightan to the back residential area." Sarah instructed the old lady.
The old lady, forgetting her bickering with Sarah, wiped away her tears and tightly held Brightan's hand as they headed to the back.
Before Brightan left, Sarah asked him to take off his coat.
She sniffed it, and her face turned cold as frost.
Wolfsbane flower!
What vicious methods!
...
Dogs are evolved from wolves.
