Andrew Lee lingered on his phone, not wanting to let go, as if he was holding not a phone, but Emma Smith's tender face.
Having finally received a message from Emma Smith, Andrew felt a glimmer of warmth in his heart. Even if it was for the sake of little Tommy, he thought there must be a place for him in her heart, too.
Emma hung up the phone and leaned back in her seat, seemingly exhausted. She constantly encouraged herself that she just had to endure for a few more days, then Tommy could have his surgery.
As for leaving Robert Thomson…
For some reason, even though she had always planned on leaving him, she didn't think about it in that moment.
She stood up; the sky was somewhat gloomy.
She didn't need to go to work tomorrow, and Sunday was Thomson Group's 36th-anniversary celebration. Regardless of whether Robert agreed next week or not, she had to arrange the surgery for her son first.
Tommy's illness could not be delayed any longer; she didn't want to drag it out either.
