"Another discussion?..." Fiona, on the contrary, became more anxious and sat up suddenly.
She threw off the covers, ready to get out of the car, her expression urgent, fearing that Elijah Schmidt would make things difficult for Norton Abyss.
Walter Schmidt firmly held her back, blocking her way, "Why the rush? Why the rush?! Watch out for falling!"
He gave his sister a glare, his handsome face turning stern, his expression a bit fierce.
"Why discuss again?!" Fiona, still a bit scared of him, sat on the edge of the bed without moving further, but very anxious, clutching his arm, her face worried, "...Brother, what's going on with Dad? They talked for more than two hours yesterday, and today again? If he doesn't agree, he should just say so, why keep asking questions?!"
