"Mom, Felix Preston's lawyer called me several times today, and I didn't dare to pick up a single one..."
"I don't want to go to jail, I really don't want to go to jail. You have to help me think of something!"
Cecilia Quincy grabbed Fiona Dalton's arm, shaking it forcefully as she stomped her feet in anxiety.
"...Ouch!" Fiona Dalton's arm ached from the shaking. She helplessly pulled her hand away. "Cecilia, just stop it. Mom is trying to think of something for you!"
"But you've been thinking for a whole day!" Cecilia Quincy frowned, her expression impatient. "You've been trying to think of this 'something' since this morning. How have you not come up with anything yet?!"
"I want to think of something quickly too! But you have to give me some time, right?" Fiona Dalton was already frantic, and Cecilia Quincy's prodding made her feel like her heart was about to burn up with anxiety.
