Their consensus to not interfere with each other was still in place.
So when Timothy York said, "Don't go," it was merely his own true opinion.
He hadn't tried to force Summer Thorne's hand.
But Summer Thorne had listened nonetheless.
She'd had many reservations to begin with, and now, she finally steeled herself and made a decision.
The next morning, Summer Thorne called Sidney Tate.
"Please inform your boss that I cannot agree to the request he made yesterday. I will still try to persuade Mr. Crawford to actively seek treatment, but whether or not he's successful is not up to me. As for what your boss decides to do, he can do as he pleases."
On the other end of the line, Sidney Tate, sitting in the passenger seat of a car, was about to say something to the phone on speaker, but Summer Thorne had already hung up.
Sidney Tate couldn't help but frown. He put his phone away and turned to look at Mason Crawford in the back seat. "Mr. Crawford, should I call her back?"
