Mr. Osenfort shook his head and put the ring back on his rough finger:
"Thank you for your kindness. Something happened between Haila and me... Did she tell you not to say anything about it? She's always like that, but I'm still regretful that you didn't tell the truth. I thought you could become friends."
Listening to his words, Shard looked at Mr. Osenfort's friends who were setting fires, trying not to show too contemptuous an expression:
"To me, you and your wife are just strangers. I met her first, so I agreed to her request."
"Do you sympathize with my wife? Guessing there's a problem between us?"
Mr. Osenfort frowned and asked, his gray-blue eyes slightly reddened by the reflection of the firelight.
Shard smiled:
