When Liam Spencer got home, Aunt Smith immediately went to report, "Young Master, from the moment Young Mistress came back, she looked like she'd lost her soul—her face pale, eyes vacant, and it seems she's been crying."
"Hmm, got it." Liam replied, striding hurriedly towards the second floor.
He turned the doorknob and, upon entering the study, saw Maya Spencer sitting dumbfounded on the carpet at the foot of the bed. She wasn't crying or causing a fuss, just staring blankly, not even glancing at Liam.
Liam carefully walked to her side, sat on her left, raised his right hand, gently touching her small face, resting her little head on his shoulder, wanting to give her some comfort.
Maya took a deep breath, feeling the man's comfort. She didn't lift her head but leaned on his shoulder. What she needed now was someone to rely on, so she wouldn't feel so alone.
