Pale cheeks suddenly flushed red.
Viola Harris looked at him with sympathy.
Within minutes, William Smith lay face down on the table, motionless.
Amelia Clarke: "..."
Soon after, the hotel manager came over and arranged for two security guards to take William Smith home.
The meal was nearly over, and Viola Harris stood up, suggesting a trip to the restroom. Amelia Clarke also wanted to go.
In the restroom, they each found a stall to enter.
A short while later, the messy sound of a woman's high heels barged in, followed by the sound of a woman vomiting.
It sounded very uncomfortable.
Viola emerged from the stall first, and upon seeing the woman vomiting over the washstand, her body abruptly stopped.
The woman vomited for a good while before she began to recover, rinsing her mouth and looking up. In that instant, through the mirror, she saw a familiar face and paused.
The two of them made eye contact through the mirror.
