"Poppy?"
The girl in front of him was none other than Ruth Dawn's cousin, Poppy Torres.
Poppy, whom he hadn't seen in a long time, now had a big smile on her face, clinging to William Cole's arm and rubbing her cheek against his shoulder with gusto.
"Brother-in-law, it's been such a long time, I've missed you so much!"
A youthful fragrance enveloped him.
William felt somewhat helpless and gently pushed Poppy away, saying, "Poppy, you're a grown-up now, why are you still acting like this?"
"Your sister is here, be mindful of the impression you're making."
But Poppy didn't care at all and continued to hold onto William's arm: "Brother-in-law, I don't mind these things at all."
"By the way, how come you're in Europe with Ruth?"
"Didn't you two divorce?"
"Ah! You guys wouldn't have gotten close again and decided to come to Europe for a trip, and then get back together, right?"