"Pushing through the chaotic crowd.
Arthur Lindsey spotted the petite figure of the young girl in an instant.
At that moment, she had her hand over her ear, her eyebrows furrowed.
Yolanda Bardot had already recovered from her state of terror, apparently unimpeded, squatting next to Ella Lacey and saying something.
Arthur hurried over, bent down, and asked concernedly, "Ella, what's wrong? Are your ears ringing?"
Ella Lacey nodded her little head, her big watery eyes filled with a mist of injustice.
Why did she have such bad luck? They were in the same spot, her ears were ringing, but Yolanda was unaffected...
"Come, I'll carry you back."
Arthur extended his long arm and Ella Lacey climbed into his embrace.
The upscale suite in the restaurant.
Quiet as dust.
Sitting on the checkered sofa, Arthur cradled her and motioned for her to close her eyes.
