Yolanda Summers had a pleasing appearance, and while not strikingly stunning, she knew how to dress up, always giving off a refined and delicate beauty.
Having recently stayed at home to take care of her health, her slightly pale face added a touch of vulnerable charm. Draped over her was a long tassel snowflake shawl, which swayed with movement, further accentuating her graceful figure.
On one side stood an aggressive, wealthy matron, and on the other, a weak and pitiful beauty, sickly and endearing. The balance of sympathy among the onlookers largely tilted toward Yolanda.
It didn't help that Mrs. Fowler had barged in so furiously, earning herself aversion from onlookers.
Yolanda said, "You've really misunderstood me! In light of the current situation, you should call the police right away!"
"We can't call the police!" one of the women from the Fowler family said anxiously, "The kidnappers will kill the hostage!"
