Amos and Eudora did not respond.
Eudora had fainted, while Amos was unusually calm. It was as if the heartbroken cry that Harley had just heard did not come from him.
Harley frowned, "Amos, are you alright?"
Amos remained quiet, "Do you have a handkerchief?"
Harley would usually not bring a handkerchief with him. However, ever since he met Thea, he had to be prepared for all kinds of disguise. One moment, he had to be a gentleman, and the next, he had to be lascivious. In short, he had been prepared all the time.
At this moment, he took out a handkerchief from his pocket hurriedly and handed it to Amos.
"Yes, here you go."
"Thank you," Amos said.
His politeness made Harley feel even more uneasy. "Amos, don't act this. Do we need to talk in such a manner?"
Amos ignored him again.
