Seeing the way Brightan looked, Sarah Sullivan knew he had been frightened by the events of the day.
After all, he was just a four or five-year-old child.
Faced with such life-and-death dangers, no matter how brave his outward display, deep down he would still be greatly affected.
"What did you say?" Mrs. Varley asked, glaring.
Sarah Sullivan had already said it once and didn't want to repeat herself, so she walked over directly.
The bedroom of the elderly couple was quite large, and the bed was also big.
Without even taking off her shoes, Sarah climbed onto the bed, lay next to Brightan, and pulled up the blanket.
Only then did she have the time to acknowledge the elderly couple.
She told Mrs. Varley, "Turn off the lights."
Then she addressed Mr. Varley, "Even if I'm not doing well, I'm still your daughter-in-law in name. Now I'm sleeping; do you think it's appropriate for you to stay and watch?"
With one sentence, Sarah left Mr. Varley's old face flushed with shame.
