Facing each other, Matilda Jenkins's palms were already sweating from tension. She wanted to know, but was afraid to know.
She wanted to know everything that happened to Nolan Morrison in the past year, yet feared that after he spoke, she would be heartbroken.
Nolan Morrison saw Matilda Jenkins' nervous and shallow breaths, staring directly at him, her hands unconsciously clenching tight.
He patted her shoulder, picked up an orange, and peeled it, "I think what you're most curious about is probably why I changed from Nathaniel York to Nolan Morrison, right?"
Matilda Jenkins nodded, "Mm... I want to know."
Nolan Morrison broke off a segment of orange, fed it to Matilda Jenkins, and after thinking for a moment, decided to start from that night.
"When the car plunged off the bridge, I jumped out a second before the bomb exploded, so... I was injured in the blast, but didn't die immediately."
