What's going on?!
How come Mr. Jackson just went to a dinner party alone, and came out with a woman?!
And a strange woman at that, one he'd never seen before.
Although Ivan was shocked, he didn't dare to speculate too much. Perhaps she was just an old friend Mr. Jackson happened to meet at the party. As for holding hands... Ivan swallowed.
Lyra let go of Morris's hand and adjusted the shawl on her shoulders.
Because of this movement, Morris looked back at her, and Lyra didn't react in time: "What's the matter, Uncle?"
Morris turned his body sideways, reached out to help her adjust the shawl again, and took her hand once more: "Let's go."
It was only then that Lyra realized she had voluntarily let go of his hand!
He held on so tightly, as if she would sneak away if he didn't.
Ivan opened the car door: "Mr. Jackson."
Morris helped Lyra into the car. As soon as Lyra got in and Morris closed the door, he saw Hector running over in a hurry.
Ivan nodded: "Director Allen."
