"I'm glad you came to me as soon as you found out I was in trouble." Owen Moreland reached out and brushed a wet strand of hair stuck to Amelia Clarke's forehead, deflecting the issue, "Why didn't you bring an umbrella when you went out?"
"I forgot." At that time, she wished she had wings to immediately fly to Owen Moreland's side; there was no time to grab an umbrella.
The car became silent.
Amelia Clarke was deep in thought.
After a while, she suddenly remembered something important, "There are surveillance cameras where the accident happened. Once the police retrieve them, your lie will be exposed. I might as well go back and confess now."
"You don't need to worry about that." Owen Moreland said, "Just be careful with your words from now on, especially with outsiders."
Amelia Clarke stared at him blankly, "You mean... you've already taken care of the surveillance? When did that happen?"
