The woman's cries were drowned out by the rustling rain, and Ian Linton looked calm and unaffected.
He stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray and said blandly, "Wipe your tears away, don't let my mom see them."
Emily Ginger lifted her head, her eyes red with anger at his merciless words, and with a sob, she cursed, "Ian Linton, you really disgust me!"
The man's refined and handsome face showed no change in expression. He ignored her further as the car pierced through the flowing rain and drove forward, cutting off the faint sound of her weeping.
Daisy Ginger stood by the window, watching downstairs.
Not until Ian Linton's Maybach disappeared from sight did she slowly lower the curtain.
Though the rain blurred the view, from her angle, she could still sense that Emily was crying.
And Ian Linton didn't comfort her anymore.
No one knew what the two were arguing about.
