Chapter 429 A Woman Who Deserves An Oscar

• Adela instinctively looked up. Anytime someone said “Layson,” her radar went off. She could’ve sworn just now—that voice had sounded a lot like Marah.
• Marah’s voice wasn’t exactly unique. It was soft and gentle, a tone you’d hear plenty of in public. But Adela had developed a sixth sense when it came to her. She was on guard the second Marah got within range, even more so with her voice.
• At the end of the hallway, she spotted them—Marah in front, Eileen behind, the two walking toward their group.