A trace of a bitter smile flashed across her face, then gradually twisted into a cold sneer.
"Heh, you don't believe me, you really don't believe me anymore! Just because some random woman said she's pregnant with your child, you stop believing me!? Heh… haha…"
She let out a few loud laughs, then suddenly hung up. When Lorraine Hanson called again, the phone was already switched off.
Grace Parker had wanted to explain to him, but that conversation left her completely disheartened. In the end, she never told him the truth, and she simply had no mood to keep talking…
On this end of the line, the man stared at the screen in silence, his tall frame taut and rigid. He stood there for a long time without moving, melding into the night outside the window, radiating a bone-deep chill.
Tracy stood at the bedroom door. Even though she couldn't hear the voice on the other end, from the few things the man said, she had already guessed the gist of it.
