Mentally Not Well

Now standing in the middle of the large living room of Whitmore's mansion, Emma stared at Allan, waiting for the answer. After her conversation with Leon this morning, she hurriedly got ready and now here she was, waiting to know where her mother, Eleanor Rowan.

Both Allan and Cole kept their eyes on the floor, clearly uncomfortable, while Marissa, who they had run into at the front door, decided to stay instead of heading to the office. The air in the room was thick with anticipation as Emma's eyes flicked between them with her heart racing anxiously.

"She is sick…" Allan opened his mouth and finally broke the silence that haunted the living room.

"Sick? So where is she? Hospital?" Emma looked straight at Allan, hoping she would get the answer faster this time.

"Hmm…" Allan nodded lightly as his eyes avoided Emma's. That was the only thing coming from his mouth and Emma frowned feeling unsatisfied with it.