At this moment, she didn't want to trouble Joel Russo unless absolutely necessary.
Mary Douglas sat silently outside the examination room, her pale face was calm, showing no emotions, yet her hands clasped tightly on her lap were white and trembled violently.
Uncle Reed stood beside her, at a loss for what to do.
At such a moment, any comfort was utterly useless.
Moreover, Mary Douglas never needed anyone's comfort.
She understood the reasoning, but love, hate, anger, joy, and sorrow aren't emotions you can control just because you understand them.
This was Mary Douglas's own words, because over the years, he couldn't bear to watch her endure her emotions alone, repeatedly using awkward words to comfort her, only to find she understood far more than he did.
He roughly understood what his Eldest Miss was thinking.
The past was something she could never forget.
When Beau Reed rushed over after receiving the news, Arabella Vanderbilt had just entered the examination room.
