Aaron Ray didn't sleep all night.
As dawn approached, he got up and went to Milton Bryce's room.
Feeling too conflicted inside, he wanted someone's advice.
Milton Bryce was sleeping soundly and was abruptly awakened, feeling extremely annoyed: "Can't whatever it is wait until tomorrow?!"
"It already is tomorrow."
Aaron Ray pulled over a chair and sat in front of Milton Bryce's bed, "I promised the other party a reply today."
"What's there to agonize over?" Milton Bryce irritably scratched his head, "Of course, let her go!"
Aaron Ray asked, "What's the reason for her to go?"
Milton Bryce retorted, "What's the reason for her not to go?"
Aaron Ray pursed his lips, remaining silent.
Seeing Aaron Ray's sullen look made Milton Bryce irritated. He sighed heavily, pulled off the covers, put on his shoes, and rummaged through a drawer, pulling out some discarded paper and pens lacking caps, throwing them all in front of Aaron Ray—
