On the other end of the phone was a voice she knew to her very core.
Thinking of this, she took a deep breath, suppressing the surging emotions, trying to keep her voice steady.
"I don't know, it has nothing to do with me."
Lynn Shaw stared at her.
She said nothing, just looked quietly.
But after staring for a long time, she couldn't discern anything.
She lowered her head and stared at the phone screen, unconsciously flipping through the album.
The people in those photos were unfamiliar and blurry, and she couldn't remember their names.
Her brow slightly furrowed, her heart feeling empty.
In the end, she could only lift her head, forcing a smile, and spoke: "Your Uncle Hawthorne has introduced some promising young men to you, all capable and from good families. When do you have time to meet them?"
She was genuinely anxious.
Looking at her daughter sitting silently on the sofa, her heart felt like it was being tugged by something.
