Ivan Keller asked, then saw Nathan Foster look up and meet Ivan Keller's eyes through the rearview mirror.
Ivan Keller glanced at Nathan Foster's lips, which curved into a mocking smile.
"You have such a rich inner drama."
Ivan Keller: "..."
Who did I offend?
I was just concerned about your relationship, that's all!
Even if I'm not concerned, I was just gossiping a bit about your relationship, but I still got snapped at.
This baby feels bitter, but baby can't say it.
If I say anything, I'll get snapped at!
Ivan Keller now obediently drove the car towards the military district, not daring to gossip anymore.
Nathan Foster, at this moment, looked at the scenery outside the window, his heart heavy.
Vincent's words kept replaying in his mind. He didn't know why the secondary personality formed, nor where this secondary personality's resentment came from.
But he was sure of one thing—he couldn't allow that secondary personality to obliterate South Grant's main personality.
