She raised a hand to cover her face as tears streamed down.
She was so overwhelmed with emotion that she couldn't speak for the longest time.
'So, he really is… alive and well!'
'As long as he's alive, that's what matters.'
'As long as he's alive, there's hope!'
On the other end of the line, Silas Fairchild, having received no response, grew impatient.
"Miss Quinn, I said your man isn't dead. How about a reaction?"
Seraphina Quinn took a deep breath. After suppressing the surge of emotion, she said calmly, "Understood."
Silas Fairchild thought her reaction was far too calm.
'Does this mean she already knew Damian isn't dead?'
At that thought, Silas Fairchild frowned. "Your man isn't dead, and this is your reaction?"
Seraphina Quinn pressed her lips together for a moment. "What kind of reaction should I have?"
Silas Fairchild sneered, "Shouldn't you be weeping with joy?"
Seraphina Quinn retorted, "How do you know I'm not?"
