On the other end of the phone, Cyan Marshall sensed the suppression and determination in Bella Woods' words.
She paused for a moment, then just sighed, "Then take care of yourself, and contact me immediately if anything happens."
"Okay, Aunt Cyan." Bella Woods answered obediently on the phone.
After ending the call, Cyan Marshall looked quite grave.
Especially when she saw Oliver Hughes playing games on the sofa, her expression grew even more serious: "Bella said she can handle it and you don't need to go over."
Oliver Hughes paused for two seconds in his game, then chuckled lightly, "What does she know? The Woods Family has contacted the Thompson Family to send their daughter to Elder Thompson tonight. She claims she can handle it, but what can she really handle?"
"Since you already know, why don't you tell her yourself?" Cyan Marshall looked at Oliver Hughes, a bit confused.
