James Anderson thought of the indifference her family showed her during this time and was suddenly at a loss for words.
"Everything I have is under their control, and you don't know what they've done to me! Am I supposed to just accept this? Am I supposed to let them manipulate me?" She looked at him, her face full of hatred, and her fists clenched unconsciously.
This side of her reminded him of the first time he saw her when she sat in the car with a faint sneer, dark and cold.
James reached out his hand and held her clenched fist, noticing that her hand was slightly trembling.
A sense of pity rose in James' heart, and he gently massaged her hand, his voice soft and comforting, "Helen, calm down, calm down..." His deep voice gently soothed her agitated nerves.