Melissa Thompson's eyes were filled with an excited expression at this moment. If she were to appear in front of Lucas Griffin like this, he would definitely notice something was wrong.
Stella stretched out her hand, pressing on Melissa's trembling shoulders, and gently patted her as she spoke softly,
"Breathe deeply, then slowly exhale. You must stay calm now to take your son away from this catastrophe. Otherwise... you will both die at the hands of Lucas Griffin."
Melissa followed Stella's instructions and breathed deeply.
At that moment, she had entered a state akin to being hypnotized, with a voice continuously echoing in her mind, kill Lucas Griffin, kill Lucas Griffin, kill Lucas Griffin...
Stella comforted Melissa for a while longer.
As long as Melissa's emotions could be steadied, Lucas wouldn't be on his guard.
Seeing that Melissa's emotions had stabilized,
Stella took out a miniature handgun and placed it in her palm...
