"…"'
After dropping that, silence engulfed around. Mara didn't dare to talk. She just stared at Gray, who became frozen in place from what he had heard.
"One of the old workers?" Gray's forehead creased as he repeated it again. He wanted to think that he had just heard it wrong. However, with Mara's silence, he knew that it was really the reality.
"Shit…" he could only mutter a curse.
Slowly, anger rose in his chest. Those old workers were the same kind of people who hurt Eli! What the fuck is the foundation even doing?
Gray slowly sat back against the couch. His hands rested on his knees, fingers curled tightly. His face looked calm, but he was definitely not calm on the inside.
"Really? An adoption paper?" Gray closed his eyes for a brief moment. He took a slow breath, forcing himself to relax.
