The car drove on the neat and wide roads of Capital City.
The ginkgo trees on both sides swayed in the wind under the streetlights; the emerging tips of new buds were faintly visible.
Spring was even closer now.
"You've worked hard these past two days," Owen Moreland said, his voice deep.
Amelia Clarke responded, "Not at all."
"If you're tired, you don't have to go anymore," Owen remarked indifferently.
However, Amelia couldn't tell if it was just her imagination, but she felt that there was a cold hardness in the air around him.
After considering it, she said bluntly, "William Smith ended up in the hospital because of me. I'd feel guilty if I didn't do something for him."
Owen Moreland was already aware of the incident at the hotel that day.
After Amelia finished speaking, he didn't say anything more.