No matter how calm or resigned she appeared, deep down, she was still unwilling to accept it.
Because she desperately wanted an answer.
But she knew in her heart that if Timothy York could have given her the answer, he would have done so long ago.
Perhaps when he was abroad, something had happened, or he was enduring something that made it impossible for him to give her a direct response. But what about now?
He was back, just on the other side of the city, and had even presided over a York Group meeting.
Yet she still hadn't received a single word from him.
What she insisted on having, he insisted on withholding.
Perhaps that was the answer.
'What was there left to obsess over?'
Summer Thorne couldn't help but slowly close her eyes, trying to calm herself.
Just as she was trying, a familiar voice suddenly called from below: "You're getting a bit old for this! Stop being so dramatic on the balcony, crying into the wind!"
