"What? No! I told Henry to stop you from meeting Mr. Mercer!" Lando said. He even sounded irritated after I told him about it.
"Then what kind of bad information does Mr. Mercer have that I'm not even allowed to hear it?" I asked, my voice rising slightly without me noticing.
I didn't actually intend to speak to my husband in that tone, but it seemed that my sour mood really made me a bit harsh today.
I should apologize to him once he got home, but for now, I truly didn't want him to keep me in the dark anymore.
I was grateful—truly—that Lando always cared about my mental state before telling me bad news. But after everything that had happened since yesterday, I just wanted something hopeful. Even a small clue about my past life would be enough.
