Hearing Timothy York's response, Felix York seemed slightly surprised before a smile spread across his face.
"Since you've made your stance clear, I won't be the one to call it off," Felix York said. "If something happens to Summer Thorne, you can't blame me."
Timothy York slowly closed his eyes, too tired to waste another word on him.
The warmth in Felix York's dark brown eyes slowly faded.
The fire alarm in the hotel went off while Summer Thorne was in the bathroom, taking a shower.
Her first thought upon hearing the alarm was that it was a false alarm, but she didn't dare to be complacent. She quickly turned off the shower, wrapped a bathrobe around herself, and walked out of the bathroom.
Before she could even change her clothes, she heard a chaotic commotion in the hallway.
Summer Thorne quickly pulled open the door and peeked outside, only to see the corridor thick with smoke and guests frantically running for the stairs.
