"I should go with you. After all, Ms. Ellison is unhappy because of me. Whatever resentment she has, let her vent it."
"Focus on getting better. The fact that you're my wife is true, and no one can change that, not even Ms. Ellison's words will affect me."
Eve Sherman goes back, but it's just to get scolded.
There's really no need.
"I want to go."
Eve Sherman insists, word by word, while remaining silent.
"Alright, we'll talk about it when we get back."
Taking responsibility this way, Stellan Sutton is actually pleased.
But thinking that she'll be reprimanded by Ms. Ellison again, he's faintly worried.
Eve Sherman shouldn't have to bear this.
Neither of them spoke along the way, and Lucas only drove to the old house after consulting Stellan Sutton.
The old house is empty; Autumn Ellison sits commandingly in the living room, expressionlessly arranging flowers, with another woman sitting opposite her.
Eve Sherman glanced over, slowly furrowing her brows.
