"If you get a message and have time to reply, try your best to respond so you don't come off as arrogant and difficult to deal with,"
Madam Andrea advised before she left.
"Got it."
Taylor kissed Madam Andrea on the cheek, picked up the phone, and sat back down to check it, only to find that it was a message from Link.
Now, just seeing this jerk's name filled her with anger—if it hadn't been for what he did when she was overly excited and not yet sober, she wouldn't be as troubled as she was now.
But
If there were no Link, there would be no Alexander and Cynthia.
Thinking this, Taylor helplessly curled her lip and turned on her iPhone to take a look.
Link had messaged asking, "Where are you? Are Alexander and Cynthia okay?"
"What does it have to do with you? Alexander and Cynthia are my children."
After writing that, Taylor reviewed it and then deleted it, rewriting instead: They're fine, you don't need to worry about them.
Sent.
Ding-dong!
