Just bury it hastily.

"By the way, do you know who's trying to harm me?"

During the meal, Lola Hussey ignored the surroundings and ate as if it were an ordinary meal, even chatting casually with Fitzroy Sullivan from time to time.

Fitzroy Sullivan's answers were vague, only talking about irrelevant things.

He didn't tell Lola Hussey that there was a tracker on him. There were solid walls everywhere, and the signal from the tracker might...

Lola Hussey didn't press him for answers. If Fitzroy Sullivan didn't say anything, it was probably because he was afraid of trouble. She already had a scapegoat, and she couldn't keep bothering this one.

If Fitzroy Sullivan knew Lola Hussey's thoughts, he would probably choke on his own blood.

This meal was filled with an indescribable mood for both of them.

After they finished eating, someone came in to clean up the table.