"I'm really worried about Mason, just let me take a look. As long as I see that Mason is okay, I'll leave. Please make an exception, alright?" Eleanor Spencer pleaded.
Junia Simpson stepped back half a step.
Eleanor's face lit up with joy and she was about to step forward, but she was blocked by Junia's extended arm. She looked up, puzzled at Junia.
Junia said in a low voice, "Just look from here."
Eleanor was stunned.
Junia scrutinized her eyes and said softly, "Miss Spencer, your eyesight should be fine, right? You can see clearly from here, so just watch from here."
Eleanor's face froze for a moment, unable to believe that Junia actually refused her. She smiled and said understandingly, "Sister Junia is just protecting Mason's safety, I understand that. I'll watch from here."
The man's face was pale and gaunt, his features sharp and cold. Even in his severely ill and unconscious state, he exuded a captivating charm.
