"Mother, help me!" shouted Elena loudly. Briana hurriedly ran to her daughter's room, very panicked.
"What is it?" Briana asked breathlessly. Her chest heaved up and down due to difficulty breathing after running from her room. At her age, which is no longer young, her energy is drained even though she only runs in close quarters.
"What's the matter, Ma'am?"
Briana's steps stopped when Martin's voice echoed through the air, just as she opened the door to Ellena's room. He immediately turned his head, who knows since when his son was standing behind. He didn't even notice it because he was too panicked and worried about Ellena's condition.
"Your sister, Martin." Briana immediately entered the room, without giving Martin any further explanation.
"What about my sister, Ma'am?" asked Martin wide-eyed. However, the mother did not respond at all.
Martin hastily followed in his mother's footsteps with a face that was no less panicked.
