Nana Ross stood there, water flowing freely down her cheeks. Her makeup became mottled under the wash of water, her dress soaked through, clinging tightly to her body, a picture of disarray.
Her eyes widened, face full of astonishment. After a moment, she suddenly lifted her head, letting out a sharp scream,
"Emily Parker, what are you doing?"
Emily Parker stood to the side, still holding a water cup in her hand, and she smiled slightly,
"With such a foul mouth, I helped wash it for you."
After speaking, she lightly put down the cup in her hand, her eyes cold.
Her patience had its limits too.
Nana Ross was so angry her face twisted. She glared at Emily Parker, gritted her teeth, clenched her fists tightly, nails digging deep into her palms, as if wishing to rush forward and slap Emily Parker.
But Evelyn Hanson stood protectively before Emily, eyes chilly, staring intently at Nana Ross, as if warning her not to act rashly.
