Ivana Bennett listened attentively as Bill finished speaking, took a small sip of the juice on the table, and said, "This matter hasn't been fully investigated yet. For now, I can't hold a press conference. I think what the public wants is the truth, not a response."
Now that the truth is known—Morgan is the person behind it all—but it's still not the time to reveal this truth to the world.
Bill observed Ivana Bennett's expression but couldn't discern much from her young and beautiful face.
"Of course, I respect your opinion." Bill sighed lightly and asked in a soft, elder-like tone, "Is there still no news from the King?"
Ivana Bennett lowered her long eyelashes, gently shook her head, and raised her hand to cover her forehead.
"Sorry, Mr. Bill, I want to be alone for a while."
Bill stood up, "I'm very sorry, I didn't mean to bring up your sad memories..."
Raising her hand to wave slightly, Ivana Bennett said nothing more.
"Then I'll take my leave."
