At this moment, the sunlight outside the window was just right, the sun high in the sky.
Yet it seemed not to shine in here at all.
Here, there was only a gloomy atmosphere, and two people who had been silent for a long time.
After a while, Nathan Foster finally spoke to Vincent:
"If it's lost, then let it be lost. That memory brought her pain, there's no need to find it again."
Listening to Nathan's words, Vincent also fell silent.
If they do not investigate the cause, then her violent personality will always exist, merely suppressed for now.
"What if she appears again in the future?" Vincent asked, knowing Nathan wasn't being rational; he couldn't afford not to be rational.
"It's okay, I can control her, and with you here, I'm reassured."
Listening to Nathan, Vincent thought that ultimately Nathan still didn't want to take risks.
