Mr. Payne had been by Yates Donovan's side ever since he graduated from college.
Among their colleagues, he was likely the one who understood Yates Donovan best.
At first, he hadn't wanted to work for this lunatic, always feeling like he was one second away from being hacked to death.
But after working with him for a while, he discovered that Yates Donovan was far more perceptive and sensitive than most people.
'So he wasn't a lunatic at all. He just saw things from a different perspective.'
Still, for all his sensitivity, this was the first time he'd ever seen him cry.
To an outsider, that single tear would have looked exactly like a crocodile tear.
Only those who truly understood him knew how devastated he was.
There was no screaming or wailing, no frantic outburst. It was as if a sudden wave of sorrow had simply washed over him, and an irrepressible pain began to spread. His expression was desolate. His eyes seemed to smile, yet they looked so utterly mournful.
