South Grant looked at Nathan Foster without answering, his brows slightly furrowed at this moment.
"Is this question difficult to answer?"
Nathan Foster lowered his gaze to look at South Grant, and South Grant also stared into his eyes, watching him, wanting an answer.
"It's not difficult to answer, but it's better that you don't know right now. Not telling you is to protect you." Nathan Foster's voice was deep and heavy.
South Grant had guessed that Nathan Foster would say this, that anything he didn't tell her was for her own good, but in the end, he said nothing.
South Grant looked at Nathan Foster for quite a while before finally withdrawing her gaze, slowly lying back on the bed.
"Alright." South Grant would not ask again.
Nathan Foster saw the trust in South Grant's eyes dim the moment she said "alright."
At that moment, Nathan Foster felt indescribably bitter, the words caught on the tip of his tongue, unable to be spoken.
