George Flack caught the key point and frowned, asking with puzzlement, "Rummaging? When did I let someone rummage through your house?"
Aria Grant looked at the confusion in George's eyes and started to waver. Could it be... that it wasn't him? But Dean had already checked, it was him, unless one of them lied.
"Never mind, bring me the porridge. I want to drink it again." Aria lowered her eyes to hide her emotions. She needed to investigate this matter after returning home. However, George still needed to be dealt with at the moment.
George picked up the porridge and spooned a bit to feed Aria.
Aria avoided the spoonful of porridge and raised her uninjured left hand to take the spoon, "I can do it myself, you don't need to feed me."
But George didn't give her the spoon, and the two remained at a standstill, neither willing to give in.
George stared at Aria with his calm eyes, and Aria stared back without showing any weakness.
