The man raised his eyebrows and looked at her, a hint of helplessness on his handsome face.
Was she only capable of thinking about finding evidence?
Hadn't she considered that he might actually know more?
As Noah Drexler spoke, Summer Shawcross stopped in her tracks, her pale face showing a change in expression.
Only then did she suddenly realize...
Back then, when Noah's mother took him away from the Drexler Family, they lived for more than ten years; during those years, he should be the one who knew his mother best.
Thinking this, a glimmer of hope appeared on her face, and she quickly turned around, looking at Noah expectantly as she asked.
"Then tell me, did your mother love Mr. Drexler?"
She looked at him with eyes full of curiosity, utterly sincere.
While she stared at him with wide eyes, eagerly waiting for an answer, Noah lowered his gaze, staring at her for several seconds.
A few seconds later...
He finally moved his thin lips and said to her coldly.
"No."
