Laura Yates wiped her tears and thought for a moment: "It was a middle-aged man, claiming to be Mrs. Harper's lawyer from France. But he didn't know what you looked like; at the time, Clara said she was you and he believed it, later on, there should've been some contract stuff to give you. While opening that file bag, your photo fell out, he noticed something was off and immediately packed up his things and left."
Florence Fuller looked at her with a somber gaze: "You're truly a good mother to Clara."
"It's all my fault, Florence." Laura's eyes were red: "I know it's too late to regret now, but I really don't know what to do if you don't care about me. Should I... should I just go die... sob sob..."
Florence's tone was cold: "Are you threatening me?"
"But I really can't do anything... only... only by dying everything will be over, a relief." Laura cried out.
"Fine." Florence looked at her: "I'll have Clara collect your body."