Claire Sinclair chose a location that was somewhat small, but had an exceptionally elegant and serene tea house design.
Outside the window was a vast bamboo grove, and since the window wasn't closed, the wind would sway countless bamboo stalks, causing them to lean and sway unsurely.
Cecilia Vaughn swallowed nervously, deliberating for a while before finally speaking with some hesitation.
"Is it because of Doctor Prescott?"
"You actually know?!"
Claire Sinclair looked shocked, clearly not expecting that Cecilia Vaughn was already aware of this matter.
But she didn't attribute this to Zion Prescott. Although Zion was particularly harsh with her, he was also the type of man who was tight-lipped about many things. Especially when it concerned their personal privacy, revealing it would easily lead to malicious rumors.
After a long silence, Claire felt a bit sorrowful and lowered her gaze.
"Cecilia, did you figure it out on your own?"
Cecilia Vaughn nodded towards her.
