Chapter 77

Without asking permission, Franklin took one of Clara's cigarettes that was placed on the building ledge. He lit it with a match and inhaled deeply, exhaling white smoke that was carried away by the wind. The woman beside him didn't say a word; she had only smoked three of her own cigarettes since they'd been there.

"Clara—"

"Honestly, I don't have the face to confront your family anymore!"

Franklin turned quickly, confused by Clara's sudden outburst. Although he had come to discuss the same thing, Franklin had intended to bring it up after their conversation warmed up.

"Vina... must have told your mother. There's clearly a misunderstanding here, Franklin." Clara's face looked sour. "Why did you let her in?"

Franklin shook his head, took another drag of his cigarette, and replied, "I didn't know Vina had come in."

Franklin was telling the truth. Clara didn't argue because the honesty on Franklin's face was clear. Besides, Clara wouldn't believe it if Franklin lied about something.

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