Old Mr. and Mrs. Turner were both furious and indignant, while Mrs. Turner, seeing her daughter in such a state, was heartbroken.
In the crowd, Mr. Turner silently left and walked into the house, heading towards the rooftop.
Not long after, Mr. Turner appeared on the rooftop, deliberately lightening his footsteps as he approached Mia, intending to grab her and take her away from the rooftop.
"…"
Downstairs, everyone's faces were tense, holding their breaths and hearts fluttering anxiously as they watched Mr. Turner on the rooftop.
Just as Mr. Turner's hand was a few millimeters away from reaching Mia, the girl suddenly turned around.
"What are you doing?"
Her voice was cold and emotionless, like that of a machine programmed to be devoid of feelings.
Mr. Turner controlled his emotions, his face gentle, his eyes filled with indulgence and pity, and he said, "Mia dear, come down with daddy. It's late; you need to go back to your room to sleep."
