Nander sighed softly and dropped his casual smile. When the others left the hospital, they all went their separate ways, leaving only the two of them in the vi. Xander lowered his gaze and looked at Mnie with a sh of pity in his eyes.
“Don’t worry too much. Things will get better,” he said gently.
Mnie pierced the piece of steak with her fork. It had been perfectly cooked. She lowered her gaze and stared at the steak as she asked in a low voice, “Do you think I can win this time?”
“Yes,” Nander replied without hesitation.
Mnie looked up at him and asked, “Are you just trying tofort me?”
“Yes, but not entirely,” Xander met Mnie’s eyes solemnly. “Mnie, you need to know that you were right from the beginning, so you won’t lose.”
Mnie was quiet for a moment but then finally said, “But Dn jumped off the building. Am I too stubborn?”
She had been like a dog on a bone. It was why Dn pretended to be crazy and jumped off the building, Mnie could not help but feel suffocated when she thought about Dn kneeling in that contorted position, banging her head against the railing.
Dn had constantly asked her if she was satisfied. Mnie felt like a heavy stone was pressing down on her, making it hard for her to breathe. She had been trying to suppress her emotions since leaving the hospital, fearing that she would copse.
Dn’s manic appearance had actually terrified Mnie.
Sitting across from her, Xander could clearly see the <b>confusion </b>and pain in Mnie’s eyes. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he said, “Mnie<b>, </b>you’re indeed <b>a </b><b>stubborn </b>person<b>, </b>but you’re also very
brave,”
He thought for a moment and said, <b>“</b>Your <b>grandfather </b>would <b>be </b><b>very </b><b>pleased </b>to see you like <b>this</b><b>.</b>”
Mnie’s hand that was gripping the fork suddenly trembled. She lowered <b>her </b>head and looked at the pasta on the te. She bit her lip tightly.
She felt unwell. She had barely taken <b>a </b>few bites of her <b>food </b>before going <b>upstairs </b>to rest. <b>Even </b>then, she could not sleep. She decided <b>to </b>search for more <b>cases </b>Luther <b>had </b>previously handled <b>on </b><b>her </b>phone. At around 4:00 pm<b>, </b>she received a message.
Yvette had created <b>a </b>group chat at some point, with Eric and several others part of it. The <b>message </b>was from Eric<b>, </b>who specifically tagged Mnie<b>: </b><b>[</b>Mr. Lowe’s ne is <b>at </b><b>10 </b><b>o’clock </b>tomorrow morning. Are you going <b>to </b>the airport?]
Seeing the <b>message</b>, Mnie was <b>quiet </b>for a moment before <b>replying</b><b>: </b><b>[Yeah</b><b>]</b>.
She <b>had </b>discussed with Eugene about going to the airport to pick up Jackson: It was not something that could be dyed, especially since it was part of her job at Burning Star Studio.
Mnie pinched her temples and then got up to pack her luggage. There was not much to pack as her suitcase had almost gone untouched since she brought it back
The flight was <b>at </b>seven o’clock in the evening, Mnie dragged her luggage downstairs. She coincidentally bumped into Oliver and the others, who were returning,
“Are you going over tonight?” Reny asked,
<b>“</b>Yeah, Jackson <b>will </b>arrive at the airport tomorrow morning,”
“Have the boss take you. It’s dark outside now, and it won’t be easy to get a taxi,”
Mnie’s phone rang just then<b>, </b>and it was Eugene calling,
“The flight is at seven o’clock tonight,<b>” </b>he said,
Mnie did not reply and just waited for him to say what he wanted to say next.
“Lee will go pick you up. We should discuss the matter regarding Jackson Lowe again,” he said, his voice cold and deep.