It felt as if someone had drained all the blood from her body in an instant.
Her face instantly turned pale, and her hand trembled, the cup in her palm almost slipping away.
Hayes Simmons slowly walked back to his original position. After sitting back down, he tapped his fingers on the edge of the table a few times, his expression becoming much more solemn: "Don't be so afraid yet, I just suddenly thought that perhaps these two matters are not related at all. I just wanted to tell you, Matthew's condition is somewhat similar to Uncle Saxon's back then."
"When he's not experiencing it, there are no signs to be seen, he's no different from a normal person, but once the first time occurs, the body is thoroughly depleted, and there might be a second time, a third time."
