She was crying like a three-year-old child.
He hadn't seen his mother cry like this in a long time.
She was a mess of snot and tears, any trace of her usual elegance and composure nowhere to be found.
"Mom, I think you should let Joanna go for now," Gary White twitched at the corners of his mouth, a hint of amusement on his face as he looked at Joanna Lawrence, who was helplessly embraced by Madam White. "You scared Joanna with your outburst just now."
"Maybe you should give Joanna some time to recover."
Madam White stared blankly, lifting her tear-streaked face.
Then she saw the bewildered and helpless expression on Joanna's face.
Compared to Madam White's current excitement and joy, Joanna didn't burst into tears of joy at the mother-daughter reunion, nor did she feel the kind of grievance and sorrow from being separated from her mother for more than ten years.
What she felt more was confusion, the kind that came from not knowing how to deal with the current situation.
