He clearly heard me but didn’t respond. His breathing seemed calm, but I felt his grip on my waist tighten bit by bit.
If it wasn’t Lena Carter who gave the order, why couldn’t he answer?
All that silence… Felt like he simply couldn’t find a way to clear her name.
I stared at him, lost in thought. Henry Smith happened to lower his head slightly to look at me. Our eyes locked, and just for a second, something passed between us. Then he brought the topic back, "It took me four years to get her out of depression. But that video from the family dinner—when news of her infertility went public—all that progress just blew up."
After that, Lena left and moved to Japan. Her condition quickly spiraled again. She’d often try to hurt or kill herself, but the nurse he assigned always step
