"She didn't eat anything on the plane. I was afraid she'd be hungry, so I had someone take her to eat."
"Oh."
Saying that, Christine Quinn sat blankly on the chair.
Jonathon Gibson leaned over and looked at Christine Quinn gently, "Are you hungry? Shall I go with you to eat something?"
Christine shook her head, "I'm not hungry, you go eat."
"Then I'll stay here with you."
"Jonathon, no need, you go eat something, I just want to be alone for a while."
"Christine, what's wrong?" Jonathon reached out to touch Christine's face, only to find her face was ice-cold, as a teardrop overflowed from her eyes. "Christine..."
Christine lowered her head, as if suddenly collapsing emotionally, sobbing out loud, "It's all my fault, it's all my fault he's like this..."
Jonathon hurriedly wiped away the tears at the corner of Christine's eyes, feeling pained, "Don't cry... silly girl, how can it be your fault that he got into trouble?"
