Bella Acker looked at the message sent by Bella, without replying, tears fell onto the phone screen with a splash.
Damian saw the message, but didn't reply or call her because...
Because had he already made a decision?
Was he really just going to abandon her like that?
Bella Acker's tears kept falling, she didn't know what she had done wrong, why she was being treated this way.
She cried for a long time, feeling both sad and unwilling, biting her lip as she dialed Damian's number.
Damian Sinclair looked at the vibrating phone, at the incoming call display, his heart ached with a sharp, dull pain.
His gaze fell on a photo at the bedside.
A twelve or thirteen-year-old boy smiled gently, leaning on the shoulders of a six or seven-year-old child, placing a ruby-red apple on the child's head. The sun was just right, the brotherly bond deep.
