This conversation plunged the room into utter silence. Liam Yancey's face darkened without uttering a word, his heart constricting rhythmically.
As he lowered his gaze, his trembling lashes betrayed his fluctuating emotions.
He ruthlessly snuffed out the cigarette in his hand, without uttering a word, he suddenly stood up and walked out.
"Young master…"
"Owl Eagle, you remember…" Walter Schmidt tried to stop him but was coldly interrupted by Liam Yancey. With his back facing them, his voice was gruff and low, as if he was forcibly suppressing his emotions. "Tara Summer and I... we can never be together!"
With these words, Liam Yancey strode out of the private room, his figure resolute in the distance.
Once he left, he walked fast. His heart started to hurt again. He craved to know how Tara had been doing.
In the past year, what had she been up to? Was she in good health? But he dared not ask for fear of losing control of his emotions.