, intuition told Logan Ray that the call was from Titus Zane.
In a rush, he fished out his phone and quickly glanced at the caller ID before hastily answering. But before he could speak, the sound of Titus crying had already reached his ears.
"...Logan, I'm sorry..." Through the handset, Logan heard a weak sob. Although it was forcibly suppressed, it still sharply pierced into his ears and stabbed through his heart.
"I can't return to Paris with you... I'm sorry... I'm sorry..."
After saying that, Titus was already crying uncontrollably, holding the phone tightly against his ear, leaning against the door, slowly sliding down.
His heart hurt terribly, as if it was clenched in someone else's palm being arbitrarily kneaded, every breath was accompanied by piercing pain.
Titus's shoulders trembled, his whole body curled up, his hands over his heart, crying silently...
On the other end of the phone, Logan Ray was still screaming into the mobile.
