Hearing Timothy York's question, Ivan Gray quickly replied, "Miss Thorne is fine. She's just in a bit of a bad mood, probably because of work and things with her younger siblings. You don't need to worry too much."
After answering, Ivan Gray cautiously raised his eyes to meet Timothy York's gaze.
Timothy York stared at him intently.
His eyes held a chilling crimson glint.
At that moment, anyone else would have been frightened enough by his appearance to turn and flee.
But Ivan Gray was not just anyone.
It was just as Summer Thorne had asked him.
Perhaps no one in this world could truly understand Timothy York.
But if one had to name the person who understood Timothy York best, it would probably be him.
No matter how terrifying Timothy York appeared, he could not run.
"Are you sure?" Timothy York asked.
The moment he asked, Ivan Gray knew he couldn't hide the truth.
