Under the grip of anger, Helen Wright forcefully seized Grady Wright's wrist and yanked it down harshly, scolding him.
"Sis..."
Such a violent action immediately frightened Grady Wright, and his crying ceased abruptly.
"There, there, stop crying."
Seeing him like this, Helen Wright's heart softened again, she released his hand and raised her own to wipe the tears from his face, speaking gently, "Mom would surely want you to be happy, she wouldn't want you to cry like this."
After a moment of calm, Grady Wright gazed at her blankly, not sure if he had taken in her words, then pouted, showing a tendency to cry again.
"Hey."
Suddenly, a cold voice descended from above.
With a familiar intonation, stern and cold, it made Grady Wright instantly force the tears back.
His body shivered with fear.
Through his tear-blurred vision, he saw the figure approaching closer until it stopped right before him.
