The next morning, under Otto's arrangement, Edith reluctantly got into the car. "Is Yvonne really not going to come and send us off?"

"Ms. Miller is busy. I told her not to come yesterday." Otto placed his hand on the car door and bent down.

He said, "I won't be going back with you today. Something came up, and I have to deal with it. Be good and go home, alright?"

Edith furrowed her brows. "Where are you going this time? You're asking me to go home alone. I would rather—"

"Don't you dare try to stay back," Otto interrupted her.

"If you're bored at home, you could play poker with your friends. Or go to exhibitions with Aunt Lexi."

All the things that had made Edith happy in the past sounded extremely boring to her at that moment.

She sighed. "Forget about it. I'll just head home. I still haven't made the clothes that I promised Yvonne."

Seeing her compromise, Otto said nothing more. He turned to instruct the chauffeur to take Edith to the airport safely.

Otto stood in the s