"Of course, I know that," she said. "What I mean is, I want to chat with Hannah. If only I could have another goddaughter, that would be so wonderful."
Grace clasped her hands together in a praying gesture, her eyes filled with the delightful fantasy of having gained an obedient daughter.
Roy exhaled in relief, muttering, "I thought..."
"Roy, what are you daydreaming about?"
Several classmates, noticing Roy had been silent, wondered if he was feeling unwell.
Roy came back to his senses and shook his head, "No, I was just thinking about something."
The classmate sighed in relief and patted his shoulder, then whispered conspiratorially, "Hey, Roy, where's your brother? Why isn't he around?"
At the mention of his brother, everyone's faces showed curiosity.
Among them, William Taylor was the most gossip-hungry.
William had the closest relationship with Roy; they had been classmates since high school and had later applied to the music academy together.
