Suddenly, a girl wearing a white coat, about seventeen or eighteen years old, ran up.
"Bonnie? Why are you here?" Iowa looked at Bonnie Meeks, "Shouldn't you go to school right now?"
"I'm on my way to the school, and I happen to see it."
"Bonnie! This place is completely different from your school. Do you think I am a fool?"
"Iowa... Don't be angry."
Bonnie hugged Iowa's arm, shaking it from side to side, like a little girl acting in pettish.
"It's okay to go to school later. The most important thing now is this woman!"
Then, Bonnie looked at Zayla and said again, "I think what Daphne said makes sense! Mr. Nash was found in her car, and he was unconscious and injured so badly. No matter what she says, she is all suspected!"
"You little brat, you came here to teach your brother how to do things before you're an adult?" Iowa reached out and patted Bonnie's forehead.