So, Jane Sterling and Luna Nash stood quietly to one side, not saying a word. Joy Fischer rushed forward and grabbed Monica King's arm.
"Mom, how is Dad, really?"
Monica King looked at the three of them in surprise, a hint of chiding in her tone.
"Why are you all here? Don't you have classes tomorrow?"
Joy Fischer grabbed Monica King's hand, interrupting her.
"Mom, how can you worry about that at a time like this? Dad's life is what's important."
In that video, Quinn Fischer had looked like he was completely possessed.
If people hadn't been there to hold him back, who knows what he might have done to himself.
Monica King sighed.
"Sigh..."
Just then, the family matriarch's eyes fixed on Jane Sterling. A light gleamed in her gaze as she struggled to sit up from the nearby sofa.
"Senior, Master..."
Jane Sterling stared, taken aback, as the old woman gazed at her with a grave expression.
'What's going on? Is she calling me Master?'
"Ma'am, are you calling me?"
