Edward Harper was feeling a bit better now, at least his stomach wasn't as uncomfortable. He knew he'd scared her earlier and regretted letting her see all that.
These were pills, but they also represented his struggles over the years.
He wanted to win her back but didn't want to rely on these pill bottles to gain her sympathy.
What he desired was pure love, untainted by anything outside of love itself—like pity or compassion.
Edward Harper picked up a bottle from the pile, his expression unruffled as he said,
"Just this one will do. The others are useless—help me throw them out. I haven't been taking those for a while."
Clara Knox clenched her fingers, striving to remain calm,
"So, you've been taking these for years?"
She picked up a bottle to check the production dates—they were from this year. At least this year, he was still taking them.
She couldn't help but feel her nose sting with sadness.
Edward Harper let out a bitter smile,