Meanwhile, as soon as Ivy reached her room, she slammed the door closed. She rested her back against it, locking it from behind. She bit her bottom lips, recalling the virulent remarks Dane spewed so carelessly that swayed her heart.
"Did he think I don't know the answer?" she murmured as a thin layer of tears coated her eyes. "That guy… loved his sister to death."
One thing Tiger was always honest and straightforward about was his love for his sister. For someone like him, one would expect that he would be too prideful to express his care for someone. But Tiger was different. His sister was his world.
He said those words without care of what he would appear to those who were listening.
It was the reason Ivy initially had a bad impression of Tiger's sister, but he had defended her. Thus, her bad impression of her slowly turned into curiosity. What kind of girl was Tiger's sister? Was she sickly and needed a lot of care? But according to Tiger, she was the opposite.
