"What's wrong, is your head uncomfortable?" Mr. May asked.
"Yes, it always feels like there's some kind of stabbing pain." said Mrs. Landon, which made her feel like there were many things in her mind continually surfacing, as if many images were rapidly skimming through her thoughts, yet she couldn't see anything clearly, the only sensation was the severe headache.
"Let me help." Mr. May said, raising his hand to massage Mrs. Landon's temple.
Mrs. Landon closed her eyes and suddenly said, "Isabella... she's my daughter, right?"
Mr. May was slightly stunned, "Why ask this all of a sudden?"
"I don't know, my mind is so confused." Mrs. Landon mumbled, clearly she was someone who easily forgot words spoken and things done, yet strangely, at this moment, those words spoken by Mabel at the police station seemed to still echo clearly in her ears.
