In the car, Sophia occasionally glanced at me.
After some hesitation, she asked softly, "Samuel, are you feeling better now?"
I sighed and replied gently, "I'm fine. Thank you for your concern."
My detached and distant tone brought a hint of disappointment to her eyes.
Taking a deep breath, Sophia hesitated before saying, "Samuel, I understand how hard this must be for you right now. If there's anything you'd like to share, I'm here to listen. I'd be happy to be your confidant."
Sophia had been a source of warmth for me during this difficult time.
While I appreciated her care and companionship, I also felt a bit guilty about burdening her further.
After a moment of contemplation, I shook my head and said, "It's fine. This is my own issue to handle. If others get involved, I'm worried that it'll complicate things."
Sophia used to be Abigail's assistant. She had a comfortable job with excellent pay. If not for standing up for me, she wouldn't have quit it so impulsively out of anger.
I sighed helplessly and said, "Right now, no matter what anyone says, it doesn't really matter. The key is for Abigail to come to terms with things on her own."
What I had said was simply the truth.
If she couldn't work through things on her own, no amount of persuasion would help. Ultimately, the resolution rested entirely in her hands.
I took a deep breath and leaned back against the seat before closing my eyes to rest.
I wasn't sure how much time had passed before a gentle voice called out to me.
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