A person so weak that they need help just to walk, how could they exert such strength?
Even if provoked, where did this strength come from?
Anna Green looked at the Roman column and the microphone, her face as unsightly as death itself, and glanced down at Francesca Willis, whose face was full of panic, feeling a pain in her liver from anger.
She knew it, this woman is always more of a hindrance than a help.
Every time she had a perfect plan, it was ruined in her hands.
"Mom? You said you can't breathe? Daniel, hurry, mom's having a heart attack, let's get to the hospital!"
Anna Green's voice changed from urgency, shouting at Daniel Green.
Even though he knew the malicious intentions of the two, Francesca Willis was still his mother.
Upon hearing this, Daniel Green's eyes flashed with a moment of panic, wanting to step forward, but he suddenly stopped.
Originally seeing him approach, Anna Green breathed a sigh of relief, but didn't expect him to stop after a couple of steps.
