"I'm not!"
"I didn't!"
"Stop talking nonsense!"
Arthur flatly denied all three accusations and quickly shut the door.
"Hahaha!"
"Harris has told me everything—he fell for Isidore's scheme, completely focusing on you, allowing Isidore's 'scent' to fade away."
Marinda laughed without any semblance of self-image, her body rocking back and forth.
"Tch."
That sound came from Arthur's mouth.
"Are you admitting it?"
Marinda asked eagerly.
Arthur didn't respond, heading straight to the kitchen—the rainstorm outside had lessened, but the autumn rain had already brought a chill to the whole of South Los.
On such a night, the best way to keep warm was naturally hot pot.
But with ingredients lacking, Arthur had to settle for the next best thing.
He opted for hot cocoa with added milk and sugar.
Of course, he only prepared his own.
"What a stingy man."
