Compared to Emily Taylor's shock and disappointment, the grandmother, who had just regained consciousness with difficulty, had a myriad of resentments flickering in the depths of her eyes.
"Emily— Emily—" the old woman called out to Emily Taylor beside her, wanting her to help her stand.
"Help me over there, help me over there; I must go and ask that ungrateful son myself if he is really determined to protect that mother and daughter!"
The grandmother, shakily rising to her feet, looked much older than just moments before.
The woman who once had the complexion of youth despite her white hair suddenly became withered in appearance.
"Auntie, it's chaos over there, let it be..." No matter what had happened earlier, the grandmother was still her auntie.
Emily Taylor supported her, trying to persuade her not to go.
Over there, a crowd was gathered around Simon Taylor, causing a huge commotion; it was no place for the old woman, especially at her age.