Alvin Morgan quickly noticed something was wrong with Aurora Sinclair.
He didn't care if anyone nearby saw and directly grabbed her hand, which was growing cold.
Aurora Sinclair's body seemed to be trembling. He could clearly hear her teeth chattering and couldn't help but lean close to her ear to whisper, "What's wrong? Are you not feeling well again?"
But Aurora Sinclair's eyes were locked on the stage. Her blood felt like a roaring beast about to burst from her veins, and her muscles were rigid. The Power within her was on the verge of erupting, aimed straight at the man on stage.
"Manager, Cecelia isn't feeling well. I'm going to take her to a Martial Healer…"
Only then did the people nearby realize something was wrong with Aurora Sinclair's expression, and they quickly cleared a path for the two to leave.
Alvin Morgan firmly pulled her along, and they quickly left the circular plaza, heading toward the residential area.
"What in the world is wrong?"
