บท 82: Chapter 38 The Mewa Brothers

The coachman spoke earnestly, unwilling to continue the discussion.

Since they couldn't arrest him and force a confession, it seemed impossible to extricate anything else from him.

"I was just curious, you don't have to be nervous, and if you don't want to talk about it, that's fine." Winters placated the somewhat flustered coachman, pressing no further.

The coachman nodded his head gratefully in acknowledgment.

Kosha walked out from the main entrance. She had changed out of her comfortable home clothing and into a dark green dress decorated with embroidery and lace, topped with a light purple silk shawl and a lavishly adorned hat.

"That's quite an elaborate outfit just to visit a tailor's shop," Winters remarked in surprise as he approached Kosha, "Aren't you hot? Auntie, you're not also wearing a corset, are you?"

"Silly boy, the tailor's shop is a woman's battlefield!" Kosha scolded her nephew with a glance, happily taking Winters' arm and stepping onto the carriage.