Samantha sipped some tea to get rid of her nausea before standing up to leave.
She looked up at the blue sky when she walked out of the restaurant. The sun was shining brightly, but she could not feel any warmth in her heart.
Nausea, anger, and grievance... All sorts of emotions tumbled in her body and flowed to her limbs.
She knew that those emotions did nothing to help her solve the issue, but emotions were emotions. After all, she was no robot, and it was impossible for her to remain calm and unfeeling in the face of such unfair treatment.
At that moment, she wanted to find someone to talk to.
Samantha could not help herself from taking out her cell phone to dial Timothy's number.
It rang for a long time and was only answered when the ringing tone was about to reach the end. A familiar voice sounded, "Hey."
Samantha had so many things she wanted to tell him, but she swallowed it up after hearing the man's low and somewhat tired voice.
