Mika Sumrs hadn’t walked far before she saw Aiden Avery and Ian Shaw talking by a window in the hall corridor.
She recalled that in her groggy state that day, she thought she had seen these two n co to rescue them. She stopped in her tracks, a complicated look in her eyes...
Just then, Aiden Avery spotted Mika Sumrs. He turned and flashed her a smile, about to walk over, but Ian Shaw grabbed his arm, stopping him.
Seeing this, Mika Sumrs’s expression darkened, and her brows furrowed tightly.
For so reason, what Ian Shaw had said in Tristan Grayson’s office not long ago suddenly flashed through her mind...
’Did I really forget sothing?’
’Otherwise, why does Ian Shaw seem so hostile toward ...’
She suppressed her emotions and stopped looking at them, heading to find the doctor first instead.
When she ca out of the office, she saw Ian Shaw. With his hands in his pockets, he was leaning against the wall, his eyes filled with a cold detachnt.
Seeing her erge, his thin lips parted. "Miss Sumrs, do you have a mont?"
"Yes." Mika Sumrs nodded, her voice cold.
Ian Shaw’s lips curled. He turned and walked directly outside.
Mika Sumrs’s brows furrowed slightly as she followed close behind him.
Outside the hospital, Ian Shaw led her to the parking lot. Reaching his car, he opened the passenger door and gestured for Mika Sumrs to get in.
She had expected Ian Shaw to take her to a coffee shop or restaurant to talk, but instead, he drove her to LK Company.
When Henry Archer saw Ian Shaw arrive with the new company head, he quickly hurried to follow them.
Ian Shaw led her to his office on the top floor.
Ian Shaw’s office was the third one to the right of Tristan Grayson’s.
Ian Shaw nodded, gesturing for Mika Sumrs to sit down.
After Mika Sumrs sat down, Ian Shaw walked behind his desk and pulled a file from the bookshelf.
Watching his movents, Mika Sumrs felt a flicker of unease. She frowned, her gaze fixed on him in confusion.
"Henry Archer, that will be all. You can leave now," Ian Shaw said coldly, looking up to see Henry Archer still standing there.
"Yes, sir."
Once Henry Archer had left, Ian Shaw sat down in his desk chair. He let out a cold laugh. "Miss Sumrs, to be perfectly frank, I don’t like you."
His bluntness made Mika Sumrs’s expression turn icy.
"But what can I do? Tristan Grayson loves you. I can’t just stand by and watch my brother live like a shadow of his forr self every day, all for a woman."
Mika Sumrs’s hands clenched into fists. She said nothing, but a sharp pain began to bloom in her chest.
"I’m sure you, Miss Sumrs, know better than anyone what kind of man Tristan Grayson used to be. How proud he was, how insufferably arrogant. He looked down on everyone, and he would stop at nothing to get what he wanted. But look at the man he is now..." Ian Shaw pushed himself to his feet, steadying himself on the desk, a cold, bitter smile on his lips. "Tristan says this is all the retribution he deserves, that it’s for how he wronged you in the past, and now his karma has co for him. So, what about you, Miss Sumrs? What do you think? Do you think Tristan Grayson wronged you? Or do you think he owes you for the rest of his life?"
Every one of Ian Shaw’s words pierced Mika Sumrs’s heart. Her fists were clenched so tightly her nails dug into her palms, but she refused to loosen her grip. She lifted her gaze and said in a cold voice, "Mr. Shaw, what happened between and Tristan Grayson is not sothing an outsider like you could possibly understand."
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