(Author's POV)
'My child, your blood has the power to resuscitate any being from death's door.' These words echoed inside Myra's head.
With her eyes fixated on Garry, she mumbled, "Maybe~ … I~ I can help him." Her voice was low, too low, nearly inaudible. No one in the room heard her words clearly. Just as she was about to say something, Liliana's phone started chiming. Seeing that it was a call from Jeffery, she quickly picked it up. "Jeff~ …. how is mother doing now?" He said something to her from the other end, and the call disconnected.
"Yelena, your grandmother is calling both of us," she said, looking at her daughter with a complicated look. Yelena nodded hesitantly.
"I will, just be back," saying this, the mother and daughter made their way out of the room.
