Eloise took notice, paying attention to the expression on Madeline’s face; her eyebrows on her delicate, graceful face were tightly furrowed.

Eloise felt her heart tightened for some reason.

“Eveline…”

She looked at Madeline and quietly muttered this name.

When Madeline saw that Eloise had finally stopped, she was overjoyed.

“Mom, stop running. I can’t chase you any further.” Madeline, enduring the pain in her twisted ankle, smiled warmly at Eloise.

As she spoke, she supported herself with