The fear of liars lies not in their deceit, but in their knack for telling us what we want to hear.
——Arthur Hastings
Tom lowered his voice further: "Miss Yvonne has been waiting upstairs for almost an hour. Initially, she wanted to bring the snacks down herself, but seeing that you were holding a meeting with us, she restrained herself. But just now... you saw what happened."
Arthur did not reply, his gaze drifting to the window as if merely enjoying the night view.
Seeing his silence, Tom continued: "Arthur, don't blame me for being vocal. No matter how fiery her temperament is, she is ultimately a girl. Over the past year, news about you and Miss Flora Hastings has spread throughout the city, and she must feel uneasy about it. If it were merely emotional issues between you two, it wouldn't be a big deal; a few kind words would smooth things over. But you know well that Nightingale Mansion is her asset, tied to numerous people, and our secret networks..."
