As the car arrived at Guthrie Bay, plenty of food stalls could be seen further down the road. Wilson had the driver pull over, and he got out of the car alone.

"Mr. Birch," the driver offered, "If you're looking for a late-night snack, I can recommend a few places."

"No need," Wilson flatly refused and walked toward the bustling place ahead. There were various food stalls in the area, but Wilson found them uninteresting. Normally, he would never come to a place like this, but this time…

His eyes finally caught a glimpse of a slender woman. Clara was in the midst of the bustling crowd, but he still found her at first glance. She was thinly dressed, wearing old brown pants and an apron around her waist. She looked so different from before, during the time when she was still by his side.

A fine haze of smoke rippled through the air as the pan sizzled. Clara was busy cooking. Her arms were slender, but she could effortlessly cook with a seasoned pan over a high flame while stirring and