"Mm." The family member of the injured nodded in response.
Mia Ginger saw a slightly relaxed expression, after the comfort, on her sad face.
The female reporter accompanied the family member to the side.
Mia looked back, lowered her head, and gazed at her intertwined fingers, lost in thought.
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Time ticked away second by second.
Soon, it was past 9 PM.
Mia had been waiting for three hours and felt a bit tired, dozing off against the back of her chair.
She was suddenly woken by the abrupt ringtone of someone's phone, shivered awake, and realized there were only a few people left in the hall.
Footsteps came from behind.
She instinctively looked up and saw a few people walking over.
Koa Jackson was at the front, taking large strides. At the moment he saw her, he seemed relieved.
The tense expression on his face eased a little.
"Finished?" Holding her bag, Mia stepped forward and looked up to ask.
