George Flack was pushed away, the shock on his face lasting for a long time.
"Do you really dislike me that much?" George asked, feeling an indescribable pain in his throat. It seemed as if the words he had just spoken had come from someone else's mouth.
Aria Grant realized she had been too harsh just now, but she didn't want to say something insincere at this moment. She couldn't let herself comfort George at this time, could she?
"I'm sorry."
How could George want to hear Aria's apology? That "sorry" seemed to say that her reaction just now was genuine, and there was no need for excuses.
"Alright, I understand. When the time is right, we'll go and get the paperwork done. I don't know how to minimize the impact on the child, but I do know how to minimize the impact on you."
George spoke so rationally. Aria couldn't believe her ears. Was George already making preparations?
"Are you serious?"
Hearing Aria ask him that, George felt his inner pain magnify endlessly.
