As soon as the person left, the air around them seemed to ease a little.
Curtis Prescott lowered his eyes, his lashes casting a small shadow on his eyelids.
He looked at Vivian Sinclair's hand and asked softly, "Are you still angry with Wyatt?"
Vivian's neck stiffened.
She didn't answer right away; instead, she turned her head slightly, avoiding his gaze, and replied in a low voice, "No."
He could feel that she was cold now.
Not physically cold, but a kind of distance that came from deep inside.
In the past, whenever she saw Wyatt Morgan, her eyes would always light up.
Even in a crowd, she could spot him at a glance.
He suddenly thought of that diamond ring he'd handed to Elara Joyce himself.
He'd thought that was letting go, a form of blessing.
But in the end, Elara held it and walked away without so much as a backward glance.
There was no gratitude in her eyes—only disappointment.
And what about her?
