Gillian Thompson unabashedly looked at Phoebe Belmont, who gave an awkward smile and brushed her hair behind her ear: "I was just talking business with your father."
There was a hint of unnaturalness in her words.
The corners of Gillian Thompson's delicate lips gently turned up, eyeing her for a moment. With one hand on her crutch and the other affectionately holding Phoebe's arm, she asked, "Phoebe, are you in love with my father?" in a playful and quiet voice.
Phoebe was taken aback, pressing her lips together, not saying a word.
Gillian understood and laughed, glancing towards the door before leading Phoebe to a small room next door.
This room was a storage room filled with documents, spacious and empty.
Gillian closed the door, making the entire space so quiet that a pin drop could be heard.
"Phoebe, don't be nervous. I'm a woman too... and I also love someone I shouldn't," she said, her expression turning bitter as she thought of Jeremy Norman.
