Claire nodded, the frown between her eyes indicating her anxiety.

Soon, from the outside passage, Lady Wilson’s slow walking pace sounded, paired with the sound of her cane hitting the floor. Behind her were Christopher, Harold, and Wendy.

Harold, who was beaten up and arrested some time ago, had just been bailed out by Lady Wilson from the police station. Thus, he was full of resentment and hatred as he glared at Charlie.

Charlie, of course, couldn’t care less.

Today was his wife’s office’s