Compared to a few years ago, Adam Willow no longer resembled his former self; his entire being exuded the composure of a successful businessman, and the gentle demeanor from his days as a doctor had long been replaced by the hustle and bustle of commerce.
"If it weren't for you saving me back then, I would have probably bled to death by the roadside already."
The woman slowly stood up, her skirt swaying gently with the movement, revealing a bright and exquisite face—the curve of her brows and eyes, the contour of her nose, even the way she smiled, bore an eight or nine-tenths resemblance to Rainny White. If one didn't focus closely on the sharpness between her brows and eyes, it was impossible to distinguish the two.
Linda White held a perfectly suited smile at the corner of her mouth, with a hint of gratitude in her eyes, yet hiding a barely perceptible emotion, as she looked at Adam Willow on the sofa.
