Jane McCain listened and was even more puzzled: "But how did your grandfather know them?"
Allen Rivera fell silent once more.
When that smile disappeared from his face, it resembled a poker face—completely emotionless, impossible to guess what he was thinking.
Jane McCain thought for a moment and quietly leaned against his shoulder, murmuring, "Never mind if you don't want to talk about it, even though I am really curious... But keeping some mystery in life isn't a bad thing."
She used to mind, really mind, why Lucas Tucker was targeting her, what the relationship between Lucas's sister and Allen was, and why Allen went to find Lucas...
But if there's a knot in his heart, tangled like messy long hair, trying to unravel it would just hurt, in that case... just let it be.
Jane felt she could hold back; it's just a bit of curiosity, nothing significant.
