Amelia Linton didn't expect that her words would provoke such a strong reaction from Fabian Holmes. She quickly masked her confusion and dissatisfaction with a flattering smile, "Husband! I didn't mean to blame you; I'm just too anxious. Really, you have to believe me."
As she spoke, she reached out to hold his arm and coquettishly tugged at it, "Can't you just let it slide? I'm also worried about our son's matter."
"Aren't you in a hurry? Hurry and get out of the car."
Fabian Holmes urged Amelia Linton to get out of the car while discreetly withdrawing his arm from her grasp.
"Are you really not going in with me?"
Amelia Linton turned to look at the man in the driver's seat, her face full of expectation, but what she got was a disappointing response.
Fabian Holmes glanced at the hopeful woman and then shifted his gaze outside the car, "I'll wait for you in the car."
His gaze remained fixed outside the car window, as if the woman beside him didn't exist.
"Okay then!"
