In the adjacent room.
Watching the woman crying in front of the DVD player on the surveillance footage, Gem Atkinson sighed and stood up.
No matter how heartless or mindless this woman was, no matter how she had left him time and again without hesitation, he just couldn't resist her tears.
He casually picked up a soft towel and went into the master bedroom.
Sitting down cross-legged next to the woman, he handed her the towel.
Forsythia Brown snatched the towel and wiped her tears, completely forgetting that this man should have been out handling affairs, and also forgetting that they were now like strangers despite their familiarity.
She just choked up and asked, "Gem, why do you have my grandfather's holographic discs here?"
"A friend took care of it."
"Friend?"
