Owen Sherman wasn’t so sure about James Grant’s claim that he wouldn’t provoke Evelyn Clayton.
In fact, the person Evelyn Clayton resisted was James Grant.
Though Owen Sherman had only been around for a day, he could already see clearly.
But it was clearly not his place to say such things.
Owen Sherman left without saying anything further.
James Grant stood at the bedroom door for quite a while before gathering the courage to knock.
Inside, it was still silent, no movement whatsoever.
James Grant pressed his lips together tightly and, after a moment, gently turned the doorknob and pushed the door open.
The windows in the room were all wide open, and the winter wind blew in from outside, gently swaying the light blue curtains; James Grant stood in the doorway, his gaze complexly fixed on Evelyn Clayton, who sat wrapped in a blanket motionless on the sofa.
She seemed to have been petrified into a statue, even her breathing was barely audible.
James Grant took a deep breath and walked slowly up to her.
Evelyn Clayton’s eyes were open, lacking any light; she quietly gazed out the window, lost in thought.
James Grant crouched down to meet her gaze.
After a long time, Evelyn Clayton finally showed a slight reaction, lowering her gaze to meet his eyes.
"Why are you ignoring me?"
James Grant spoke his first somewhat gentle words since their reunion.
He stared at Evelyn Clayton as if he wanted to etch her image into his heart, "You’re blaming me, aren’t you? Blaming me for keeping you here."
Evelyn Clayton’s lips moved, a weariness and fatigue slowly rising on her face.
She closed her eyes and said hoarsely, "I’m not blaming you, I’m blaming myself."
James Grant’s Adam’s apple bobbed, his throat filled with sour pain and itchiness, "Why say that?"
"It’s my own lack of clarity, my own poor judgment of others." Evelyn Clayton turned her head away in annoyance, "James Grant, don’t worry, I won’t think about running away, no need to have so many people watching me every day, seeing people annoys me."
An indescribable feeling surged in James Grant’s heart.
Like pain, yet like unease, ultimately turning into an unspeakable panic sinking in his heart, sinking slowly and deeply.
For the first time in his life, he felt like crying.
At this moment, James Grant realized clearly that he had made a mistake.
But he also knew he could never turn back again.
"You want fewer people around, okay." James Grant muttered to himself, "Who do you want to stay, you tell me, and I’ll send everyone else away."
Evelyn Clayton opened her eyes and glanced at James Grant quietly.
James Grant thought she wouldn’t answer him anymore and was about to get up to leave when he suddenly heard Evelyn Clayton’s voice—
"Let that Aunt Liu stay."
James Grant didn’t turn back, he simply responded softly, "Alright." Latest content published on NoveI★Fire.net
He paused his steps, only slowly speaking after a long time: "The Sinclair family has contacted you. I’ll have someone bring you a phone later, so you can return a call to the Sinclair family."
Then, James Grant’s voice deepened slightly, "You know what to say."
Evelyn Clayton didn’t respond, nor did James Grant insist, turning to leave.
Only after hearing the sound of the door closing did Evelyn Clayton finally snap out of her numbness.
She turned her gaze to the closed door, her expression unfathomable.
It seemed that the conversation with Owen Sherman yesterday was somewhat effective.
James Grant had already been moved.
Next is finding a way to contact the outside world...
Evelyn Clayton collected her thoughts and continued to look out at the still somewhat clear sky, her eyes calm and unperturbed.