If this continues, she worries her daughter's arm won't be able to bear it.
In the garden, Belinda Howard tried to keep her mind calm, closed her eyes, and carefully listened to the sound of the violin she was playing. She was trying her best to suppress her emotions, unwilling to think about the scene that had occurred inside the private room last night. Yet, the image replayed like a short movie in her mind, haunting her relentlessly!
With her chaotic thoughts, the violin sounds at this time also turned somewhat unusual. Just as Camila Walker approached, she realized something was wrong with her daughter and couldn't help but speak up to stop her.
"Belinda?"
At the sound of her voice, Belinda Howard halted the violin and turned around to look at her mother.
"Mother."
Seeing her daughter's slightly pale face, Camila Walker grew worried. "Belinda, what's wrong with you?"
She had never seen her daughter look so panicked—a pale complexion paired with an aura of weakness.
