Mary Douglas sat calmly on the bed, her complexion showing no signs of illness. At this moment, she slowly turned her head, her gaze falling on Joel Russo, calm and unperturbed.
Her back was straight, making no movements, yet her unique elegant demeanor was still evident.
She looked at him quietly, her clear eyes seemingly naturally imbued with wisdom.
"Who are you? Why are you here to see me?"
After a long while, she slowly spoke, her voice not carrying a single hint of panic.
So this is Arabella's mother.
Outside the window, there was the rumble of helicopters, accompanied by sporadic gunfire and the buzz of people.
What kind of scene was that? Just listening to the sounds, anyone could tell how terrifying it was.
Yet she remained so calm, even when directly facing him, the "terrorist" who had broken in, she was unruffled to this extent.
Indeed, just as they said, extraordinary.
Joel Russo did not hesitate, striding directly to her side.
