The next morning, under Otto's arrangement, Edith reluctantly got into the car. "Is Yvonne really not going to come and send us off?"

"Ms. Miller is busy. I told her not to come yesterday." Otto placed his hand on the car door and bent down.

He said, "I won't be going back with you today. Something came up, and I have to deal with it. Be good and go home, alright?"

Edith furrowed her brows. "Where are you going this time? You're asking me to go home alone. I would rather—"

"Don't you dare