91: Does It Hurt?

Lillian remained silent, lost in contemplation.

Sophie released a sigh through the phone. "I know she once helped you, and it's like you're seeing her through rose-colored glasses. But think about it, even her help back then had ulterior motives. Sure, we can repay her kindness in some other way, but that doesn't imply she won't harm you now."

"I understand," Lillian nodded, albeit to herself.

Sophie detected low spirits in Lillian's tone and suggested, "Why don't you come over tonight? We can talk. I can call in sick tomorrow, stay up all night with you."

"No, it's alright," Lillian shook her head gently. "Grandma’s waiting at home. I can’t skip."

And besides, the night's events had cleared away any illusions she might have harbored after Ji Qingbei's words. All fantasies were effectively shattered.

Blame whom? Herself, for harboring hopes of impossibilities.

"Alright, then hurry back. It’s not good to sit outside the hotel in this wind. It's piercing my ears just hearing it; aren’t