What Yvette had said was right.
He was full of his own concerns. Only when he could get a return would he pay out.
Besides, the return had to be satisfactory.
Obviously, that was not the case. Since there wasn't an equilibrium between the give and the take, he wisely knew what he should do.
With half of his face hidden in the dark, Charlie remained silent for a long time before he said, "Yvette, I hope you are alive. That is true."
After that, he turned around without any hesitation.
It was similar to when he turned around to leave his mad mother, who was dying.
Was he as calm as he looked?
The answer was definitely not.
Even so, he wouldn't show any inner weakness. He forced himself to be indifferent. This was the difference between him and others.
However, he did not realize that a drop of cold tears fell on the carpet without making a sound.
