" "You're here," Nancy turned her head, and Aunt King immediately spun the wheelchair around.
"Can we talk privately?" Tara Summer stared at her beautiful face, her expression serene.
Nancy looked back at her, seeing her seriousness as if she had a lot to say, and signaled Aunt King to leave.
"What's the matter? Feel free to speak." As soon as the maid left, Nancy pressed a button on the armrest of the wheelchair. The chair slowly approached Tara and finally stopped two meters away.
Tara was silent for a moment, walked over, and sat on the sofa beside her—a single step bridged the gap between them, enabling her to see the other's face clearly.
