Capital International Exhibition Center.
In the lounge, Amelia Clarke was restless for some reason, finding it hard to sit still.
Mason Carter was sitting on the sofa, cradling a box of chocolates, his eyes darting back and forth from the chocolates to Amelia. He seemed to want to eat them, yet hesitated, his innocent gaze combined with his good looks made him a child so adorable that one couldn't help feeling pity for him, ignoring the lack of his intellectual abilities.
Amelia had no mind to pay attention to him; she was holding a cup of freshly squeezed juice, switching it from her left hand to her right, clearly agitated.
Soon, Owen Moreland finished paying his respects with a toast and returned. Seeing the almost untouched food on the coffee table, he frowned, "Why aren't you eating?"
Amelia put down the glass and reached out her hand towards Owen.
Owen took her hand and sat next to her, "Worried about Grandma Collins?"
Amelia did not deny it.
