Aubree Groove deeply sighed, raising her slender fingers and placing them on the nape of Peter Aria's neck.
Peter Aria's head tilted to one side and he fell unconscious.
Aubree Groove laid him down, checked his pulse, then furrowed her brow slightly.
"What's wrong with my brother-in-law?" Anton Cook asked anxiously.
"His heart is preoccupied, and he cannot find peace," replied Aubree Groove, letting go of his hand and shaking her head regretfully.
She quietly watched Peter Aria — even unconscious, his entire being screamed discomfort, his eyebrows tightly knotted.
Anton Cook stared at the silent Aubree Groove, feeling her gaze was unusually deep, with something he couldn't understand.
Aubree Groove's slender index finger tapped Peter Aria's forehead lightly, and from the spaces between her lips emerged a powerful chant. This silent force slowly calmed Peter Aria, causing his knitted brows to gradually relax.