Amelia didn't cry. Osbert reached out to wipe her tears, but Amelia dodged.
Since things were clear now, there was no need to pretend anymore, and she didn't want Osbert to touch her.
Mrs. Foster saw all this and couldn't help but sigh at the twists of fate. But what could a sigh do?
It was all because of what happened to Oliver.
The two of them had dinner and chatted about some things. Mrs. Foster loved to talk and would start up a conversation with Osbert when nothing was happening. To cooperate with Amelia, Osbert wasn't stingy with chatting with Mrs. Foster.
Mrs. Foster was a very good-natured person, always smiling when she spoke, which made Osbert feel uneasy.
He always felt that she was younger than him.
After dinner, Mrs. Foster said, "Amelia, I want to accompany you to buy some stuff. Is that okay with you?"
"Sure, mom, it's up to you. I'll be fine going back tonight."
"Where are you going back to? Oliver's place?"
"Yes."
"Then where is he?"