"No need." Stephen Crane sat upright and shook his head slowly, "She just lost the baby, and her body hasn't fully recovered. There's no need to rush to see her now."
Although he had been prepared for Molly Walker not to see him, when it actually happened, he still felt a bit disappointed.
All his life, he had been smooth sailing, favored and flattered by people.
No wonder she was the child Molly raised, as proud as she was deep down.
"Let's go back." Stephen Crane leaned back on the seat and closed his eyes to rest with a weary demeanor.
"Mr. Crane!"
A frantic scream made Stephen Crane furrow his eyebrows.
The shrill sound pulled him out of his relaxed state.
Stephen Crane opened his eyes and saw a woman leaning against their car window.
Phoebe Belmont, in her excitement, grabbed the door handle tightly, "Mr. Crane... Did your assistant tell you about that matter?"
What matter?
What's going on?
Stephen Crane subconsciously looked over at his assistant.
