Because the window was open, the cold air from outside rushed in, making the entire room feel like an ice cave.
Ella Johnson was standing in front of the window, watching Naomi Walker pleading softly, "Ava, come in quickly..."
Looking at her daughter's face as pale as paper and her lips cracked by the wind, Ella Johnson's heart ached as if it were being gouged; this was her only hope.
She had struggled her entire life for this daughter, so she could rise above others and stop everyone from looking down on them. How could she be content with such an outcome now?
It was the Hallow Family who were treacherous first, yet she and her daughter ended up in such a predicament; it was terribly unfair.
Ava Walker paid no attention to her mother's words; her long hair was adorned with a thin layer of frost, as if it had turned white overnight. When she saw the housekeeper approaching, a strange light suddenly shone in her eyes.
