Their gazes collided in the air, Hope Williams slightly raised an eyebrow, "Miss Sinclair, long time no see."
Evelyn Sinclair pulled out a smile mixed with a hint of chill, "Yes, it's been a while."
"Your daughter?"
Evelyn gently stroked Olivia's soft hair and nodded, "Yeah."
The two were not familiar with each other, exchanged a few words of courtesy, and Hope said no more.
Hope accompanied Zoey Sanders to tend to her wounds, freshened up, and changed into a clean set of clothes.
Zoey Sanders looked at Hope with red-rimmed eyes, sadly asking, "Aunt Williams, am I too useless?"
Looking at the flush spreading on Zoey's pale face, Hope arranged her hair and said, "For you to stay calm and save yourself in such a situation is already very impressive; how could that be useless?"
Being a woman herself, Hope could imagine Zoey's terror when facing a man many times stronger than her intent on violating her.
