Following a subtle sigh, Harold cleared his throat before saying, “…It’s just a neighbor. The child’s your admirer, and she was so concerned about you that she got me to make this call.”
Upon hearing that, Zivon’s gaze fell a little. Honestly, he had assumed that the voice was Xavia’s, but… As if that woman would have the time to care for him. She was probably too preoccupied with rekindling her love for Mark at the moment.
Shaking his head, the icy man then replied, “Such things can’t and won’t ever affect me. Let the people do what they want, and if there isn’t anything else, I’m hanging up first.”
Before Harold could reply, Zivon had already hung up.
This prompted the old man to shrug before helplessly looking at Xavia as he said, “Well, I didn’t expose you, but I think you heard how withdrawn and indifferent he was. You should know that no regular person can touch him, and it’s not like he’s the type of person to talk about his feelings. With all that said, please understand already that you’re a really special person to him, and that you should ask about his condition yourself.”
His statement prompted Xavia to look toward the floor. Of course she knew all that… After all, aside from her and the children, he had never shown anyone else warmth or even patience…
Regardless, she had used to think that being abandoned was simply something that superior man was afraid of experiencing… To think that not only had he already experienced it, but the one who gave him that trauma was his mother! It was already a miracle that Zivon hadn’t ended up becoming a bad egg!
Come to think of it, weren’t her current actions a form of abandonment as well…? If she continued doing nothing, then would there come a point where he wouldn’t even want to see or talk to her anymore…? A point where he’d no longer consider giving her any further chances…? Despite those negative thoughts, she knew that at the end of the day, she couldn’t afford to contact him yet.
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