She knew Philip Shaw loved Ellen Candi, but now it seemed to be a love beyond what she had imagined.
It was inevitable that she thought of the woman left isolated in another room by Philip Shaw.
Such an identical face made her feel slightly dazed.
"I brought her some food. She just ate a piece of cake, I don't know if she's asleep now."
Philip Shaw replied blandly, "Okay." Then he waved his hand, saying, "You should leave now; she just fell asleep, and she'll be scared if she wakes up and sees you."
Angela Summer stood quietly to the side, not saying a word.
The man looked down at the woman in his arms, his tone neither light nor heavy, "What's wrong?"
"I think your actions right now are excessive," Angela Summer said, her head lowered.
He turned his head and glanced at her.
