The news on tv was still reporting in turn, but it was all the same as before, only to see the scene in chaos.
As soon as her mother hung up, Mughal called, saying the same thing.
He held back the sharp pain in his heart and comforted Mughal, telling him that he should be fine, and then telling him not to tell Emmy's father.
Sitting in the VIP lounge, James's mind was filled with the little things she had been with her for the past six months.
The images flashed through his mind like scenes from an old movie.
He had to admit that he was used to her being by his side.
She was playful, gentle, and serious.
Her thoughtfulness, her concern, the little woman's pretty face that she inadvertently revealed.
All this was warm enough for him to unconsciously put her in his heart.
On a large television screen, the news was broadcast every half an hour, and the number of casualties had increased to 50, and it was still incomplete.
