Baron Lawrence furrowed his brows and hung up the call without even saying goodnight.
Enna Clark heard everything clearly from the side and squeezed his hand for silent comfort, "I'm sorry, Baron. I forgot to tell you about this. I ran into her at the sanatorium that day. She said she wanted to talk to you. Then Grandpa came, and they talked about the Oscar Group. Grandpa did say that if she could make people stop, he would let you off the hook. I meant to tell you, but I forgot later on."
Baron Lawrence suppressed the irritation brewing in his brow, pinched his tall nose, and calmed the turbulence in his heart. "It wasn't a big deal anyway. It's just that hearing her voice annoys me, and I can't control my emotions. I'm not mad at you."
"I know," Enna nodded, speaking softly.
He was used to acting recklessly and had developed a what-you-see-is-what-you-get personality, unlike Adam Sinclair and the others, who were skilled at pretending.
