Chapter 349: Bloodline Concealment Formation
Sheila Mansfield's pale face became even more bloodless, her body swaying slightly before steadying itself with a hand on the wall.
Her breathing was heavy, "Master, are you sure it's there?"
The hand propping her up against the wall curled into a fist, the fingernails digging into the wall, scraping off ceramic powder, which filled the space under her nails, turning them white with pain.
Even just looking at it was painful, and her nails almost folded and snapped.
Caroline Edwin nodded, "Yes."
She walked forward and moved the cabinet, a photo on top of the cabinet fell to the floor.
"Pa―"
In the photo, Sheila Mansfield wore casual clothes, her eyebrows furrowed in discontent, her face slightly displeased. Her temper seemed to be not very good, and she looked completely different from her current fragile state.
Caroline Edwin looked away, her gaze falling to the ground.
Underneath the vanity was a "Kinship Concealment Circle."