Max's expression froze.
After a while, she lowered her head reluctantly. "I understand."
"Good girl! This is what the girl in our family should do," Russell smiled and stroked Max's head.
After a few perfunctory touches, he turned around and left without Max. Russell said carelessly, "Change back clothes. Your face got injured. You can't choose a dress today. Go back today and come another day."
...
Music left the business district.
When she got into the car, she opened her bag and took out a small note.
It was what Russell had stuffed into Viola's right hand when he helped her up.
Viola unfolded the paper, and there was only one sentence on it.
"Give me some time."
Viola frowned as she quietly stared at the beautiful handwriting.
She wondered, what does he need time for?
Has he found out something? Is he secretly investigating it?
Just as Viola was thinking, her phone rang. It was Ormand.