"Are you my mother?"
Her words had barely faded.
A figure appeared before her.
The woman was slender, dressed in a long, dark red gown. Her features bore a slight resemblance to Jocelyn Grant—she was a stunningly beautiful woman.
Seeing her, Jocelyn Grant knew at once that this was her birth mother, Eve Warren.
Tears welled in her eyes as she called out.
"Mother."
"Is that you? Mother."
When she was little, she had only heard that her mother had been taken away by family members, her whereabouts unknown. Back then, Jocelyn Grant had always believed that one day, she and her mother would be reunited. She never expected that after so many years, they would finally see each other again.
At the sight of Jocelyn Grant's injuries, the woman's eyes filled with heartache. Eve Warren reached out, wanting to caress her daughter's face, but she couldn't touch her.
"These ants from the Lower Realm… how dare they harm you like this."
Her face was a mask of fury as she spoke.
