I had to rush over. There was simply no other choice."
Curtis Prescott watched her quietly, his gaze calm yet icy, no longer as gentle and warm as before.
His eyes seemed to be coated in a thick layer of frost, full of distance and disappointment: "Vivian, I always thought that, in your heart, at the very least…I counted as someone important. Even if I wasn't the most special one, there should still be a place for me. But it turns out, it was all just me being delusional."
Her chest tightened sharply, as if someone had seized her heart in a vicious grip, hurting her so much she could barely breathe.
She rushed to explain: "I know I was wrong, I shouldn't have left without a word. But Tristan's condition was really critical at the time, he was alone in the hospital, barely conscious, unable to reach anyone… I really couldn't just ignore him, Uncle, do you understand?"
