Alan Morgan looked at Shirley Grant, feeling very uneasy.
"Shirley, you need to pull yourself together; maybe nothing's actually happened."
He spoke softly as he looked at her.
Beside them, Gerry Peary sat obediently, observing everything with innocent eyes full of confusion.
Though unaware of what was happening, he sat there quietly, saying nothing.
He was afraid of causing any trouble for Mom and Dad.
Seeing his mom like this, he knew something must've happened.
"Did you hear what I said?"
Alan Morgan raised his voice.
Shirley Grant seemed to snap back to reality, nodding her head.
"Order takeout; remember, it doesn't matter if you can't eat much, Gerry still needs the food."
Hearing Gerry's name, Shirley quickly regained her strength.
That's right, she still had Gerry to take care of; she couldn't collapse.
"I'm going to the study to look into this now."
Having said that, Alan Morgan turned to head upstairs, making sure Shirley was okay.
