Natasha's pov
Selina quickly stepped forward and held my hand. Her voice was trembling, "How about Winson and Sasha? How are they?"
I can't tell Selina that when they were sent in, the situation was very bad.
Selina was a little worried "Natasha, please speak. Tell me that they were only slightly injured, so it's OK, isn't it?"
"Auntie, I'm sorry, I don't know."
Selina's voice was full of anxiety, "How could you not know? They were injured in your home. You saw them with your own eyes. Why didn't you know?"
Winson's father Carrison came forward, put his hands on Selina's shoulders and said, "Don't do that."
Selina gets rid of Carrison and collapses, "My two children are in the operating room. What do you want from me? My poor children..."
Selina cries, squats down and covers her cheeks.
The word "child" suddenly hit my heart.
I didn't care if Winson was alive or dead.
But if that man died, what would Villson do
Selina is pulled away by Carrison.