After Emily went upstairs, Eliot walked to the door and asked casually, "Where did Miss Emily go today?"
She had gone to the Worldwide Restaurant.
But Harold lied to him deliberately, "KFC."
"Was there something wrong?"
Vincent had hugged her.
Harold lowered his head. He, who always had a dull face, looked even more poker-faced, "No."
"Did she eat ice cream?" Eliot asked.
A plate of assorted ice cream appeared in Harold's mind once again.
He nodded and said, "Yes, she did."
Eliot waved to him, which meant that there was no more questions.
When finishing his work at night, Eliot went to Emily's room and sat on her bedside, chattering about his recent troubles. Emily pretended to be dopey and nodded from time to time. But in fact, she kept attentive to filter out useful information
