As she spoke, she glanced over at Joy Fischer.
"It's getting late. You, Jane, and Luna should go home and get some rest."
"But..."
Joy Fischer hesitated, looking worriedly at Quinn Fischer, who was still on the ventilator.
Monica King gently patted her head.
"I know. You go rest. We'll watch over him."
On the way back, Joy Fischer was filled with worry. Jane Sterling patted her shoulder comfortingly.
Joy Fischer grabbed Jane Sterling's hand.
"Is there really a problem with my family's ancestral tomb? Who could be so vicious as to harm my family like this?"
Not only had there been a bloody disaster, but even their business was facing major problems. It was as if someone was trying to utterly ruin them.
So much had happened that night. Sitting in the passenger seat, Luna Nash couldn't help but rub her chin.
"Could it be that someone is jealous of your family and came up with this dirty trick?"
Joy Fischer clenched her fists and angrily punched the seat next to her.
