Maybe it's also due to fatigue taking its toll, right now she particularly didn't want to hear any explanations, nor did she want to pay attention to these men.
So her face was taut, but she didn't force herself to leave, just standing there, seemingly waiting for the men's actions.
"You don't trust me?" Walter Schmidt circled to the front of her, lifted her chin with one hand, his brow almost knit together.
Emma Benson gave him a glance, still smiling faintly, lightly said, "It's not that I don't trust you, I'm just too tired today, I don't want to talk about this now, let's discuss it when I'm clearer..."
Saying this, she took a step forward. Walter knew her temperament, and it wasn't wise to press further at this moment, so he let go.
Ose Owen turned to the side, very gentlemanly opened the door for her, Emma nodded at him, and walked straight out of the private room, with Walter closely following.
