In the end, there was no response.
Perhaps silence was already the best answer.
Jane McCain hurriedly walked forward, her face cold. The passersby glanced at her with strange looks, as if she were so pitiful, so ridiculous. Finally, she couldn't take it anymore—
She suddenly squatted down and burst into tears.
Burying her head in her knees, she tightly hugged herself, as if this could hide her broken sobs.
She cried so hard that the sky turned dark, her emotions poured out uncontrollably, with no regard to her image.
Finally, like a drowning person struggling for rescue, she took out her phone and dialed a number: "Zara... please come..."
...
Half an hour later, Zara Jameson rushed to the bustling central business district.
With her was Ryan Wesley.
When they saw Jane, she had calmed down after her storm of tears, drained and sitting alone on a bench in a green area, her expression revealing bewilderment.
