Donna lowered her gaze, then looked at Dawn Sutherland. When she saw the disappointment and sadness in his eyes, she felt a bit heartbroken, "Second Young Master Sutherland, it’s okay. Next time the miss calls, I’ll chat with her a bit longer. You can listen to her voice without saying anything."

Dawn responded with a low voice, "Has she mentioned where she is? Or her phone number, anything like that?"

Donna shook her head, "No, the miss hasn’t mentioned it."

"So— is she doing well?" 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

Dawn found himself wanting to ask just one question amidst thousands— ’Where is she? Is she doing okay?’

Nothing matters more than these two things. He doesn’t want her to vanish from his world; he wants to bring her back to him and take care of her for a lifetime.

"The miss is probably doing okay, but she has to adjust to the time difference. For someone with poor sleep quality like her, especially since she’s pregnant now and already having trouble sleeping later in her pregnancy, it’s bound to be even more agonizing," Donna sighed.

A dull ache spread through Dawn’s heart, and memories of her living in his apartment resurfaced. She often had dreams; several times he heard her talking in her sleep, saying the same words.

She said, "Don’t hate me, I didn’t do it on purpose. I never planned to deceive you, just couldn’t help it."

Now Dawn finally understood what her words in the dream meant. It turned out he was not fully conscious when he slept with her, and she thought he would hate her, so she frequently dreamt of apologies.

He also remembered the hints she had subtly given him before.

She said, "Brother, if everyone in the world rejects me, can you not distance yourself from me, not mock me, not look down on me?"

It turns out she cared so much about his thoughts, worried about him abandoning her, it was he who gave his beloved girl fear and helplessness.

Dawn’s gaze welled with regret and remorse as he stood staring at the landline, lost in thought. He longed for her to call again, to say to her, "Daisy, I’m sorry. Daisy Grant, I love you. Daisy Grant, it’s you who’ve always been rooted in my heart and mind, not anyone else."

As Dawn Sutherland was immersed in sorrow, his phone dinged with a message notification.

He picked up the phone and opened it to see a message from Nico Haynes in the ’Iron Triangle’ buddy group chat on WeChat.

Nico had sent a picture along with a line of text.

"Look, look at how popular little Nico was during his youth, a bed full of love letters! Back then, the young master was fresh and handsome, one of the three heartthrobs in every girl’s eyes at Scenic Hill high! Ah, my youth, gone and never to return! Now, damn it, I’ve turned into the old jerky, time sure is the butcher’s knife!!"

This goofball is at it again, Dawn couldn’t be bothered to respond, he was about to exit WeChat but accidentally opened the picture.

What met his eyes were hundreds of love letters piled together, indeed very striking.

Dawn pursed his lips, soon, he was drawn by a light blue love letter within his view.

Dawn’s eyes instantly brightened, he quickly enlarged the image. Upon seeing the beautiful, elegant handwriting on the love letter, he was filled with excitement, and he turned to head toward the entrance.

He put on his shoes, grabbed the car keys, and sped off to Nico Haynes’s house!

Nico Haynes was upstairs at home basking in self-admiration with his pile of love letters, when Dawn Sutherland entered abruptly, kicking Nico’s room door open, his face showing urgency and excitement: "Third Haynes! Where’s the love letter!"

Nico saw Dawn Sutherland coming to his place at night and smirked, "Hey, Second, were you overwhelmed by the degree of my popularity that you came to admire my charm?! Back then, the young master was so handsome, so exceptional, so adored by the ladies..."