As soon as the two of them left the door, they hurried to call the Doctor.
Collins Aiden watched their panicked retreat, furrowing his brow in confusion.
Was the desire to become more attractive so frightening?
It didn't matter, as long as it didn't scare his Ella.
By the time the Doctor arrived, Collins had already finished a pot of chicken soup in the Restaurant, elegantly setting down the soup bowl in his hand and leisurely wiping his mouth with a tissue.
Seeing the Doctor walk in, he didn't even glance directly at the Doctor but instead looked towards Mrs. Aiden, who followed behind. He noticed that she was empty-handed, not carrying anything, and his brow furrowed slightly.
Stepping forward, he took hold of her shoulders and turned Mrs. Aiden around twice.
Assured that she indeed carried nothing in her hands, his thin lips parted, "Where's the face mask? Mom, are you reluctant to lend me one?"
Mrs. Aiden: "..."!!!
Mrs. Aiden's heart took a ten-thousand-point hit!
