Martin Riley didn't finish his sentence, but Crystal Foster understood. She paused for a moment before speaking. "I'll think about it."
Crystal stood by the window, the sun's warmth touching her skin, yet she felt no warmth at all. A wave of exhaustion washed over her, and she sighed, feeling an inexplicable urge to escape.
She didn't want much. In the past, it was all about revenge. Now, she had another goal: to use the Foster family's medical skills to help more people. But there were always those who wanted to drag her down, to push her into the abyss.
Crystal's hands gradually clenched into fists, her resolve growing stronger. She wouldn't be defeated so easily. Anything that didn't kill her would only become a stepping stone for her to move forward.
