Cynthia Grant's face went deathly pale as she shot to her feet. "What! Why would Flora go with them? With her skills, if she didn't want to go, no one could've stopped her!"
"You know why Flora came to Argent. She doesn't want to stir up any trouble!"
"Let's go! We have to save Flora!"
Cynthia Grant grabbed Neal Wallace and was about to leave, but her hands and feet were suddenly bound by red thorns.
"You always act without thinking!" Robin Grant's calm, detached tone cut through Cynthia Grant's frantic impatience.
"Grandpa, why are you tying me up? Let me go! If something happens to Flora, we'll never be able to live with ourselves!
Didn't you teach us from a young age to repay our debts of gratitude? Flora saved our lives! I can't just ignore her! If you don't let me go, don't blame me for fighting back!"
Robin Grant sighed and called over the messenger. "How much do you know about the situation in the pregnant women's isolation zone?"
