"Ask Edbert Walker."
Cherline Lindsey's face remained impassive, refusing to respond to the blatantly clumsy trap meant to harm others and herself.
Tercy Mason understood her personality—if Cherline didn't want to say something, not even half a word would escape her lips.
She could only smile helplessly.
Turning around, she questioned Edbert Walker, "Edbert, do you know what's going on?"
"Yes, I do."
So Edbert Walker recounted the details of Yolanda Bardot's car accident once again…
...
After listening, Tercy Mason let out a heavy sigh, "Yolanda has always been too impulsive. She finally woke up, so she better not get herself into any more trouble now."
"Boohoo, Aunt Tercy, you're worrying about the wrong person—Aunt Yolanda is already out of danger. My mommy is still in the middle of an emergency rescue."
Little Clarissa sobbed, tears dripping down as she sorrowfully said, "Did Uncle Obby not tell you?"
