Chapter 459: If Virtue Does Not Match the Position, Disaster Must Strike
Back in the living room, Martin noticed that Emma's complexion was somewhat pale.
He held her hand and rubbed it gently, "Are you feeling unwell somewhere?"
Perhaps it was because she had just entered this body and hadn't yet fully adapted, but her skin always felt cold to the touch.
"It's nothing."
Emma held back her thoughts while shaking her head slightly. Her gaze fell on his face, looking intently, as if trying to engrave him into her soul so that even if she were to reincarnate, she would still remember.
"... "
Kyle observed the interaction between the two, feeling both familiar and annoyed at the same time.
Suddenly, there was a look of doubt on his face as he floated over to Emma, "Strange... this aura she's giving off feels similar to mother's... "
But after a closer look, he found it not quite right, the aura was mixed and difficult to discern.
Caroline and the others stayed at the Harriman's for over an hour before leaving.