Marisol couldn't bear to let Emilia worry any more than she already had.
At Emilia's age, emotional strain could be dangerous. Marisol genuinely feared that the agitation might take a toll on her health.
"I should've known! That bastard was always unhinged! The entire Muller family must be insane to unleash a menace like him on the world!" Emilia's voice crackled through the line, raw with fury.
"Great-aunt Emilia, please don't—"
"What?"
"Nothing." Marisol bit back her suggestion about avoiding sweeping accusations, wisely shifting to soothing words as Emilia's temper threatened to combust.
A few more fiery curses followed before Emilia fell abruptly silent. Marisol's heart skipped.
"Great-aunt Emilia?"
"Don't worry, Ms. Speight. I'm with her," came a calm, gentle voice. It was Silvia, Emilia's secretary.
Relief washed over Marisol as she inquired, "Is she alright?"
The clinking of medicine bottles and sipping sounds preceded Emilia's calmer voice. "I'm fine. So what'
