How did she end up exhausting herself like this?!
Sarah Joseph recalled the reason, and suddenly paused her hand that was pulling her hair, letting it drop...
Damn it...
Damn it, she remembered everything...
The reason she was in a bad mood, why she woke up in such a state after sleeping.
"Michael... Michael Jude..." Sarah Joseph supported herself on the table, muttering his name. She suddenly felt her blood flowing backward, gradually turning to ice, cold as can be.
Maybe because her heart was cold, she didn't feel the shattering pain she felt yesterday.
"Knock knock knock—" A knock on the door interrupted her thoughts.
Sarah Joseph came back to her senses, her unfocused gaze slowly coming into focus but still empty. She staggered to open the door.
Charlotte Allison, who was almost entirely leaning on Lucas Quinn, unsurprisingly looked at the distraught Sarah Joseph in front of her.
She handed over a brand-new phone.
