Wooden Drucker returned home around nine in the evening. Josie was already asleep, and Clarisse was waiting for him. Before he arrived, she had reheated the food for him. Wooden Drucker looked extremely exhausted. As she helped him with his luggage in the foyer, he suddenly reached out and embraced her, leaning all his weight on her. His voice was weary and powerless.
"Annie, I'm so tired…"
Her body stiffened slightly.
"If you're tired, eat your meal and then go rest. I've already made up the bed for you."
Every time Wooden Drucker returned from a business trip, he would stay at her place, saying that it provided him with warmth and peace. She didn't know what made him so tired from his trips, and she never inquired or meddled in his affairs.
Wooden Drucker did not release her. Still holding her, he asked with a hint of confusion,
"Annie, am I a good person or a bad person?"
