Michael Gallagher, sitting nearby, wanted to turn a blind eye, but the embrace of the two was too striking and his eyes could not escape the sight.
"Are you pretending like I don't exist?" Michael's voice, deliberately lowered, bore a trace of anger.
Michael's voice came like a splash of cold water, causing Molly Walker to shiver.
Pushing Harry Lambert away fiercely, she took a deep breath and said, "No. 6, I'll explain our situation later. I have something to discuss with Michael now."
Having said that, she looked at Michael. She slightly tugged at her thin lips and calmly said, "Let's go."
Harry tightly bit his lip, clenching his fist so hard that his knuckles had started turning white.
Molly saw Harry in this state, softly sighed, and said gently, "I don't blame you."
She didn't blame him.
At her words, Harry suddenly relaxed and replied with a hoarse voice, "Then I'll wait for you."
