Nancy Shea was stunned.
Tears were still streaming down her face, yet her expression was frozen.
Clearly, it was about June Sherman, but she didn't understand how it led to this topic.
"Are you a fortune-teller?"
Nancy Shea couldn't believe it. She wanted to say Thea Shaw was so young, then she realized that Mr. Anson was just as young.
But she had been looking for her old acquaintance for many years. The information was incomplete, making it impossible for others to find them.
Nancy Shea had no hope, especially since it seemed inappropriate to discuss this matter now.
Her daughter intended to harm Thea Shaw, but ended up being hospitalized. It seemed improper to discuss these matters with Thea Shaw.
"He has been missing for a long time."
Over twenty years now.
Nancy Shea murmured with her lips, and for some reason, she still uttered the person's birth chart.
Thea Shaw calculated based on the information.
