Summer Thorne couldn't possibly describe her state of mind at this very moment.
She only knew that her heart, at one point, had died completely...
But over the past two days, she had tasted the bitterness of pain again and again—
A pain so clear, so intense, that it was impossible to ignore.
In the end, it was proof that she was alive.
Summer Thorne turned and walked toward the small building. Just as she was about to reach the door, she realized Ivan Gray hadn't followed her.
She looked back at Ivan Gray, who was still standing in the same spot. "Aren't you coming in?"
Ivan Gray hesitated for a moment before finally shaking his head and lowering his gaze. "I don't think Mr. York wants to see me right now. I'll wait until he has orders for me before I go in."
Summer Thorne looked at his dejected expression and couldn't help but sigh inwardly before heading inside.
Timothy York sat motionless on the living room sofa.
