"You are right. It was my fault that I didn't take good care of her and made her suffer a lot. I won't do that again." Adam said, turning to Lumma. "I'm sorry."
His eyes were deep and dazzling. Lumma guessed that he might be drunk and that he was saying "sorry" to his wife.
Lumma wanted to persuade Adam not to blame himself like that. Let the bygones be bygones, and his wife would forgive him.
But she was not Adam's wife. She had never experienced what his wife had experienced, so she didn't know what had happened between them and had no right to say anything.
She didn't say anything. Adam smiled and raised his glass to drink again.
Old Mr. White said, "Adam, you two are so weird. Did you quarrel with each other before you came to see me?"
Hearing that, Lumma was shocked. Fortunately, Adam reacted quickly. "Yes, we had a quarrel. If it weren't for your sake, she wouldn't even talk to me today."