Vivianne Lindsay rolled her eyes at him and retorted, "Isn't living well enough?"
Jim Sinclair was taken aback.
Vivianne Lindsay crossed her arms, speaking in a scolding tone, "With no basic survival foundation, what are you talking about pursuing in life?"
Jim Sinclair thought about the precarious situation of the Shaw Family and sighed lightly.
His earlier words were indeed too naive. Philip Shaw was living with more hardship than anyone else, more exhaustion than anyone else. He had always compressed his personal feelings to the extreme; even if he truly liked someone, he never neglected his duties for them.
He was like a machine, wound up, ready to work at any moment, not permitted any personal feelings.
But humans are still humans, not machines. What happens when those buried emotions erupt like a volcano?
In the end, would those engulfed by the lava be the ones watching him like a hawk, or Philip Shaw himself...
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