Alan Morgan's mind was in turmoil, and Owen Lewis was right; he was indeed tangled up in this.
Towards Shirley Grant, he was filled with guilt.
But when it came to his brother, he...
Couldn't bear to hurt him.
"Alan, you like Shirley Grant, and Andrew Davidson also likes Shirley Grant, isn't that right?"
Owen Lewis was about to lose it, he simply couldn't believe that he couldn't sort out Alan's thoughts today.
"Right."
That didn't need to be said at all.
"Then tell me, who does Shirley Grant like."
Who does Shirley Grant like?
Alan was startled, instinctively about to say she likes him.
But...
He hesitated.
"Alright, I've found the problem. Alan, when I asked you this question, you hesitated, which means one thing, you're doubting Shirley Grant."
Owen Lewis could only come to this conclusion.
Alan was stunned.
He doubted Shirley Grant?
Impossible, absolutely impossible.
How could he doubt Shirley Grant?
