But Serena seemed afraid of her own softening heart, her demeanor frosty as she said, "Go get some fresh air."
"Rushing back to the manor to stash your phone away, huh?" Martin didn't crouch in front of her as he used to when they talked. His tone was strange, tinged with a mix of sarcasm and disbelief.
Serena didn't have time to ponder his words; all she wanted was to get out of there as quickly as possible.
"I told you, I'd give you anything, anything but that phone." Serena turned her face away, refusing to look at him, her expression resolute.
Martin, gazing at the face he once loved to the marrow, swallowed his sorrow and asked, "What about your life? Would you give that too?"
"Martin!" Serena, sensing his unreasonable turn, snapped back. "If Rosemary demanded my life, would you hand me over? Is my life so worthless to you? Would you trade my life for your mother's and sister's?"
