HOPE SHE WOULD BE FINE

"What happened, Isabella? Why did you suddenly drop the telephone?" Avery sprints to her feet and darts over to Isabella with the speed of light. She grabs her hand, shaking her as she continues to bombard her with her incessant questions, "Wasn't it Madam Edith? Who was the person on the phone just now? What did he or she say?"

Gerald doesn't stand idly as he also hurries over to Isabella, asking anxiously, "Sis, why do you look like you've seen a ghost? Tell us, what happened? What did the person over the phone say? Come on, talk to us!"

Isabella looks from Avery to Gerald, back to the telephone swaying left and right, and sighs heavily. "La... Lay...," she stutters, breaking out in a cold sweat.

Avery's heart skips a beat, and Gerald frowns. Isabella is not one to lose her composure so easily. What could have gotten her this way? Did something really happen to Madam Edith and Layla?

"Sis, you can't keep us in suspense, what the hell happened?!" Not knowing how else to ask, Gerald b
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