Ryan was instantly shocked when he came to the office the next day.
The man in a suit and tie usually sat at his desk, staring unshaven at a broken phone screen in front of him, and he looked "despondent."
Ryan didn't know what cut his palm, but there was another scar on it that had already healed. The dried blood had solidified on the wound, looking ferocious and horrible.
Ryan had a strange look. Unlike his usual lazy self, he knocked on Draven's desk.
"Draven, are you all right?"
Without saying a word, he stared at the phone before him.
Ryan didn't know what to say.
He scratched his head, stared at Draven for a while, and said hesitantly.
"Don't be too sad because of what happened yesterday. Aleah... You know what she is. You said that you married her because she is good to you. Marrying her will fulfill your wish. You had to manage the company."