"Turner, don't worry, I'm fine," Sophia Cloud's fingers were still quite dexterous, only her arm had been badly injured.
It's fine, it's fine, this is fine.
Turner didn't want to argue with her.
The sound of the car engine turning off echoed in the yard, and the complexions of the two sitting in the living room changed abruptly. Panic flickered in Evelyn Smith's eyes. It was just past ten o'clock. Why had Leo Harrell arrived so early?
They had specifically chosen this time, who could have known.
The man's footsteps approached rapidly, his suit slightly disheveled, his hair neatly cut, but his expression was exceptionally stern as his narrow eyes swept over the two people in the living room.
"Mom."
"Yes, come here quickly and see Evelyn. That woman, clumsy as she is, managed to scald Evelyn in front of everyone. Is this her idea of hospitality?" Emma Ethan decided to strike first, planning to preempt any discussion.