He was indeed startled.
The shock came from seeing the accusations online and fearing Hannah would misunderstand him, and the other was from Arnold Simmons.
Even though the boy was barely eighteen and could put on a facade of calm, he was still inherently green.
After finally regaining his composure, John Lynch didn't dare to call again, only managing to send a text message.
——The stuff on the internet, it wasn't me.
After deleting and editing for quite a while, only this sentence remained and even the hands typing it were trembling.
No sooner had he sent the message than John Lynch closed the interface and clutched his phone tightly.
He didn't dare to hope for a reply from Hannah, he just wanted to explain.
He didn't want her to think he was that sort of person.
After taking a few deep breaths, John Lynch turned around, and as he was about to leave, he found himself locking eyes with a pair of dark pupils.
It was Louis Snyder.
