She saw Mary Douglas's hands clenched into fists on her knees, trembling slightly.
Her heart sank.
This was the first time she saw her so panicked and anxious since the accident that sent her to the hospital last time.
"The bullet went through my leg, and at my age, there's no chance of standing up again in this lifetime."
Mary continued to speak, her tone seemed calm, but the tremor in her voice was too obvious for Arabella Vanderbilt not to notice.
She even remembered her mother's feelings toward Uncle Reed.
Since childhood, it was just the two of them depending on each other. If it weren't for Uncle Reed, there wouldn't be Mary Douglas today, nor would Arabella exist.
Uncle Reed was as good as a father to her mother.
Her current mood was no less intense than when she learned she was taken away by Selvia Todd.
Uncle Reed and her mother shared over forty years of affection.
While the relationship between her and her mother was no more than thirty years.
