Chloe found strength once she realized she wasn't alone in this morgue. She had her daughter, who was still questioning about the whole thing. So she had to look strong in front of Mackie despite her heart shattering into pieces.
"I—I'm okay now. You can release me, thank you," Chloe said as she gently pushed the bodyguard away.
The bodyguard stepped back, silently watching Mrs. Phoenix Gray as she collected herself.
Chloe gently patted her daughter's head and asked, "Dear, you know that Gran is very old, right? She is sickly and has a frail body."
"Um, I know," Mackie nodded. Naturally, she knew that Gran was very old. She often got sick and bedridden, so she couldn't accompany Mackie and the boys to play around.
She would cough often. Sometimes she couldn't even get up by herself and needed the support of a cane.
