<b>Chapter </b><b>633 </b>


    Damon nodded with a hum.


    The two fell into silence.


    N put away the ice pack and looked up at Damon. “Mr. Sumner, could you give me Brandon’s contact information?<b>” </b>


    amon narrowed his eyes. “What do you need his number for?”


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    “I’m worried about Vrie… I want to check if he’s caught up with her,” N exined.


    Seeing the worry and guilt in N’s eyes, Damon reassured her, “Don’t worry. With him there, Vrie will be fine.”


    “I’d still like his contact number. I can only rx once I know Vrie is okay,” N insisted.


    Damon frowned and was about to speak when his phone suddenly rang.


    Upon seeing Brandon’s name on the screen, his eyes turned cold, and he took a moment to answer.


    “Uncle Damon, can you send Aunt N over?” Brandon’s anxious voice came through. “I caught up with Vrie, but her emotions are really unstable right now. She’s locked herself in the car and won’te out.


    “I think Aunt N needs toe over and clear up the misunderstanding between them.”


    Damon’s expression hardened, ready to refuse, but N’s pleading look shed in his mind. He tightened his grip on the phone subconsciously.


    “I’ll ask her,” he replied.


    Turning to N, he spoke softly. “Brandon caught up with Vrie. He says she’s emotionally unstable and wants you toe over. Do you want to go?”


    N quickly nodded. “Yes, I want to go… Mr. Sumner, could you have your driver take me?”


    Damon didn’t respond. Instead, he simply told Brandon, “Send me the address.”


    He then hung up. Then, he pocketed his phone, grabbed his car keys, and said, “Let’s go.”


    Seeing Damon nning to drive her himself, N was momentarily taken aback and quickly replied, “Mr. Sumner, you really don’t need to take me. Just have your driver drop me off.”


    Damon gave her an impatient look. “At this hour, he’s already asleep. Are you suggesting he gets up in the middle of the night just to take you?”


    He turned away and strode out.


    Watching his tall figure, N bit her lip and followed him. Copyright by N?v/elDrama.Org.


    Around 40 minutester, Damon’s ck Maybach stopped in an open area on the outskirts.


    N quickly opened the door and stepped out.


    Brandon approached, saying, “Aunt N, Vrie was crying earlier. Her emotions have finally started to settle, so take your time to exin things. I’ll be right here if you need anything.”


    In her anxious state, N didn’t notice his choice of address and nodded. “Okay, Mr. Brandon<b>, </b>thank you.”


    Brandon shook his head. “Just go talk to her.”


    Taking a deep breath, N slowly approached Vrie’s car.


    Inside, Vrie sat with red, puffy eyes. As she caught sight of N, she turned her face away.


    N walked around to the other side and gently tapped on the window. “Vrie, can you open the door? Let’s talk.”


    Vrie turned her head away, ignoring her.


    N had lied to her for five years–there was no way she would forgive her that easily.


    Thinking about the heartache she had endured over the past five years, Vrie felt wronged and saddened. N had no idea how she had survived that time.


    N sighed, continuing to patiently persuade her.


    After a long while, Vrie finally opened the car door and shouted, “I thought you were my best friend, but you lied to me!”