Thinking about it, Zoe Fedener felt a little more balanced.
Exactly noon.
The ship docked at the pier on time.
This was a large ship that could accommodate a thousand people.
People were bustling about.
Lady Thompson's gaze was fixed on the exit, even reluctant to blink, for fear of missing her beloved granddaughter.
The midday sun was scorching.
Zoe Fedener, seeing the sweat on Lady Thompson's forehead, kindly suggested, "Mom, how about you wait in the resting area? When we see Vicki, we will call you."
At these words, Rosalind Rohr agreed with a nod. "What your second sister-in-law says, is right. Mom, you should rest for a bit, leave this to us."
"I'm not tired."
She wanted Vicki to see her first.
In the past, she could march briskly carrying a thirty-pound rifle. Now, it was just a bit hot. There was nothing she couldn't endure.
At that moment, a young woman with a pure and beautiful face emerged from the crowd.
Long hair draped over her shoulders.
