On the other side.
The courtyard lights intertwined with the dark night, illuminating quietly.
Claire Prescott sat under the lamp, waiting for ten minutes without receiving his callback.
Before hanging up, she vaguely heard someone teasingly laughing in the background, but couldn't make out the words or understand what was happening. However, she sensed a hint of coldness in Keane Lowell's last words.
Without thinking much more.
She turned around and went back inside.
In the living room, there was only Finn Prescott, who was sitting in a daze on the sofa, with an unlit cigarette between his fingers, unsure of what he was contemplating.
She bid farewell aloud, "I'm heading back now."
Finn looked up at her, "Not staying here to sleep? I've prepared clothes for you."
"Not used to it."
Upon hearing this.
Finn put the cigarette back in the case, got up and said, "I'll drive you back."
It was obvious.
