Dylan Grant knelt, his heart bitter and his attitude resolute, unwilling to change his decision.
He was grateful to his Master for the attentive instruction during this period, but the Master could not tolerate Polaris Yule, and sooner or later, both would be hurt.
It's better to leave early than to end up in an impossible situation, as the saying goes, "When paths diverge, it's best not to make plans together."
"Thank you, Master Calvin, for your understanding."
After bowing, Dylan Grant stood up, pulling Polaris Yule to her feet, holding tightly to her fingers, and returned a smile, his eyes brimming with tenderness.
"Heh."
Linda Calvin was too proud to show any sign of desperately wanting to retain others in front of everyone.
She shot a cold, piercing glance at Polaris Yule, her gaze as chilling and toxic as her indifferent face as she left with a flick of her sleeve.
