But Mila Miller actually recognized her belonging the first time she saw it.
Today Maeve Lane's outfit had shallow pockets, and she didn't want Sarah Sutton to see it, so she kept it in her pocket for emergencies.
Perhaps she accidentally bumped into it when she retrieved the chair just now, and then it fell.
But Maeve Lane wasn't in a hurry to answer. Instead, she calmly picked up the medicine bottle that had fallen on the ground and said indifferently, "You saw wrong."
Mila Miller gave a meaningful smile, "I've done that too. When medicine is disguised as candy, even poison tastes sweet."
Maeve Lane didn't reply, just gave her a cool glance.
"Don't be mad, I was just casually asking. If you don't want to say, I won't force you."
"Could you force me?"
Mila Miller smiled and changed the subject, "We met once a long time ago. You might not remember me, but I remember you."
And that memory has lasted for many years.
Her hand placed along the edge of the bed slowly clenched.
