Claire Sinclair was suddenly at a loss for words. She could feel the girl's despair—a lifeless resignation, a surrender to her reality.
No wonder she wanted to live last night, but suddenly didn't today.
'If I were in her shoes, I might also lose all hope for the future after having my beliefs shattered by someone.'
Ivy Tanner sighed softly, her tone still tinged with a smile. "Claire Sinclair, if it were you, what would you do?"
"Who else around you can you trust?" Claire Sinclair countered.
Ivy Tanner thought for a long time before shaking her head. "Besides Ethan Kingsley, no one treats me like a human being. Anyone I could have trusted has already been eliminated by them."
"So that's why you came to me?"
Ivy Tanner smiled. "I've seen a lot of reports about you online, including the novel you were writing. Even though you stopped updating it, I can tell it's the story of you and Young Master Quincy."
Claire Sinclair raised an eyebrow slightly. "And?"
