Edward Harper directly opened the rear car door and sat in as well, so he could be a bit closer than sitting in the front.
"Clara, there's no one else here now, you can speak, right?"
Clara Knox coughed lightly,
"Why did you send Liam Johnson away? You haven't been drinking today, have you?"
A wave of warmth swept through Edward Harper's heart; she still cared for him after all, afraid that he would feel uncomfortable from drinking. He thought to himself, why keep Liam Johnson around like a huge third wheel at this time!
He looked at Clara Knox, who was dressed exceptionally brightly and beautifully today, and resisted the urge to kiss her as he said,
"It's getting a bit late, so I let Liam Johnson off work. I can drive."
Clara Knox didn't continue the conversation and remained silent for a bit before speaking,
"Edward Harper, does your family know about your uncle's illness? Does he have dissociative identity disorder now?"
Edward Harper was taken aback,