"Tristan, I know you have issues with me, but now is not the time to discuss that. The Prescott Family has already loosened their stance; if you are willing to cooperate..."
"Not interested."
Rhiannon Campbell gripped the phone tightly, standing there in disbelief, unable to come to her senses for a long time.
The moment the screen went dark, it was as if her strength was drained.
She looked down at the blackened phone, her eyes gradually heating up, but stubbornly refused to let the tears fall.
After a long time, she slowly crouched down and buried her face in her knees.
—
Paige Yorke's nausea had eased quite a bit over the past few days and she sent a message to Vivian Sinclair.
[Vivian, Aunt Shea visited again yesterday.]
She sat by the bay window, morning light spilling over her face, holding a cup of warm lemon water.
The turmoil in her stomach finally subsided a bit, and her mood lightened accordingly.
