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"Thank you."
As soon as William Shaw said that, it made Hannah even more unsure how to explain herself.
William Shaw nodded again, "Any simulator can imitate those messages. I think my mother misunderstood something. She's prejudiced against you, but I hope you won't take it too seriously."
Hannah didn't reply this time.
Whether she would mind Mrs. Shaw's actions was none of William Shaw's concern.
She had no intention of catering to her, either.
Now, Hannah's mind was filled with questions. When she linked her recent drowsiness with the message incident, it all seemed very bizarre.
Suddenly, she asked William Shaw, "Mr. Shaw, may I ask if you really had an important meeting to attend?"
William Shaw was taken aback, but then he replied, "There is indeed a meeting, but..."
Hannah understood. Just now, he really had been trying to rescue her from Mrs. Shaw.
"Mr. Shaw." She suddenly called out to him.
"What?" William Shaw turned his head to look at Hannah.
