Edgar froze. "Little sis, I... I don’t have anything serious, right?"
Amelia withdrew her hand and spoke calmly. "Relax, take care of your sleep and diet, go get checked at the hospital. It needs treatment."
Edgar had originally asked Amelia to help treat Miss Abby, thinking that he would get a favor from his sister. He never imagined that the one who needed treatment the most would turn out to be himself.
Amelia stood there, graceful and beautiful. She had changed into a black hoodie before leaving, her long legs partially visible, her long hair jet black, and her neck slender and pale. Her face was even more chillingly dangerous.
Auntie Ashford noticed her immediately, her intuition telling her she didn’t quite like such a look—too sharp and aggressive for beauty.
As Amelia approach
