The man nudged the woman.
She didn’t continue speaking, but her reddened eyes only grew darker, clearly hinting at difficulties at home.
Victoria felt uncomfortable hearing this and turned to look at Amelia.
It was unclear what Amelia was thinking. Her fingers tapped rhythmically on the table—once, twice, again and again.
After dinner, Victoria wanted the couple to stay the night.
They shook their heads, saying they had already booked a room at a nearby inn.
Before leaving, they left the package with Amelia.
Victoria mulled over the situation, unable to even focus on her TV drama. “Your little brother… He sounds very sick.”
“Sounds like it.” Amelia turned her teacup between her fingers—a habitual gesture when she was deep in thought.
Victoria sat up straighter. “Wan, we should tak
