Selma Payne's POV:
I tried to wave my hand before Dorothy, but she didn't react. I immediately understood what was going on.
Cynthia was still a little confused, but she quickly understood. "Is this aunty Dorothy's prophecy?" she asked.
"I think so." I nodded and told Cynthia to stay where she was for now. "I don't know if she's looking at you or something else, but just to be safe, let's not move."
Fortunately, the situation did not last long. After about ten seconds, Dorothy suddenly gasped for breath and fell from the sofa with stiff limbs.
I quickly went up to support her, but her clothes were wet and almost soaked in a cold sweat.
"Photo, photo..." I heard her mutter. "Let me see that photo."
It was rare for Dorothy to be so weak. I realized something was wrong, so I handed the photo to Dorothy.
After looking at the photo, she suddenly groaned in pain and covered her head. The photo fell from her trembling hands to the ground.
