"Cece, I'm feeling a bit pressured right now."
"What are you afraid of? Didn't I tell you I've been abandoned by the family? Whether I'm doing well or not, they can't control it. We should do whatever we want."
Grace Sutton gently laughed: "Is that supposed to be comforting?"
"It's the truth."
Grace Sutton smiled again, feeling slightly relieved. Whether those words were true or false, she felt comforted.
After Quiana Sutton hung up the phone, she decisively called Nathan Firth.
***
Between Clouds and Waters.
Quiana Sutton looked at Nathan Firth sitting across from her, raised her eyelids for a glance, and noticed the untouched wine in his glass, carrying an inexplicable sneer,
"What's wrong? Afraid I poisoned it and don't dare to drink?"
Nathan Firth picked up his wine glass, swirled it, and spoke leisurely:
"How could I be? Wine poured by you, even if it's poison, I would drink it."
After speaking, he drank it all in one go.
