They held so much evidence in their hands that could doom her.
"I have my own plans, you go ahead." Aurelia Shaw replied.
Hadrian Turner didn't ask more questions, nor did he send another message. Aurelia guessed he should be handling it now.
Unexpectedly, Hadrian Turner could actually handle quite a lot!
"What's so funny?" A man's clear voice sounded from behind.
Aurelia set the iPad aside, and said softly, "Nothing."
Mason Nightshade glanced at the iPad, didn't ask further, bent down to pick her up, and walked towards the dining room. Aurelia had no strength, her feet were scratched, struggling was futile, so she let him place her gently on a chair.
"Open your mouth." Mason picked up the porridge, scooped a spoonful, blew on it, and brought it to her lips.
"Mason, I just have a cold, not paralyzed hands."
