"Marshal," Tara Summer finally couldn't hold back.
She slowly walked up to Elijah Schmidt, supporting her waist with one hand and cradling her stomach with the other, her young face serious, "Can we talk?"
Elijah Schmidt glanced at her and sneered coldly, "You're friends with Emily Stone, and I'm clear on what you want to talk about... But Mrs. Yancey, it's best if outsiders don't interfere in the affairs of the Schmidt family!"
He stared at her, his eyes sharp as if he had already made up his mind, "Mrs. Yancey, I don't consider myself an old stick-in-the-mud, and I don't care about status or position. If Emily were well, I would not object... but as you can see, her condition is such a mess. To speak frankly, Walter is simply wasting his time! I don't want him to wait any longer!... Heh, he says he'll wait a lifetime, but what will that do? She will never wake up, and in the end, she'll still have to face death. Since that is the case, why bother? It's better to plan ahead!..."
