Even if I spent a lifetime with wild mountains and beasts, it would be better than now.
"That's exactly what I think." In the end, for credibility, he emphasized again.
The living room was quiet, no one spoke, as if Philip Shaw's fate hung merely on Aldana Candi's words, and they seemed unable to make the decision.
After saying this, Philip Shaw held his breath and waited a few more seconds, but Aldana Candi remained silent.
Finally, Aldana Candi stood up from the sofa, placed the water cup on the coffee table, leaned on her cane, and walked upstairs.
She didn't even bother to say another word to him.
The room was so quiet that even breaths could be heard. Philip Shaw watched her back, his fingers unconsciously curled slightly, clenching his palms.
With every breath, his chest felt heavy; the thing in his chest called a heart seemed to become like a clock, struck forcefully by someone, teetering on the verge of shattering, the tremors gradually spreading throughout his body.
