"Logically, being in the same City C and the child's godmother, Beauty Grant couldn't have driven early in the morning just to deliver the child's gift to the hospital!"
"She—cried?" Dawn Sutherland picked up Nico Haynes' cigarette from the coffee table, lit it, and took a deep drag, feeling a pain in his chest as if he was unraveling thread by thread.
Little by little, the pain seeped into his bones, increasingly severe...
"Beauty Grant has always called you Second Brother. What did you do to make her so upset? Second, are you out of your mind?!" Nico Haynes also lit a cigarette, placing his feet on the coffee table casually and looking at Dawn Sutherland with disdain.
The swirling smoke enhanced the depth of Dawn Sutherland's eyes, highlighting his perfect features, dreamlike.
Dawn Sutherland took a deep drag of the cigarette, his eyes somewhat profound, his voice hoarse: "She wants to divorce me."
"...That man came back for her?" Nico Haynes paused and asked.
