In the yard, Lynch saw Mrs. Tracy wrapped in a thick fur coat, looking like a big white snowball.
That outfit wasn't cheap; Lynch had seen something similar, costing around seventeen or eighteen thousand, which isn't something just anyone can afford.
The higher-ups in the Women's Rights Protection Association were all wealthy, and each had significant political backgrounds. Organizing and moving people in the Federation was never straightforward.
Yet, there are always fools willing to believe them, even taking these things as their lifelong objectives under their "persuasion."
No matter what these people think, Lynch firmly didn't believe any of it.
"Lynch!"
At the first moment of his appearance, Mrs. Tracy spotted him and, with some delight, called out Lynch's name, striding towards him.
Unlike others who would call him "Mr. Lynch," Mrs. Tracy had the privilege of using just his name, her eyes filled with admiration.
