Her expression froze the moment their gazes connected.

She stood up and moved her head to the other side, swiftly wiping away the tears on her cheeks.

"What brings you here, Mr. Waltson?" When she stared at him, she pretended to be calm.

"Is that your catchphrase?"

After a brief moment of perplexity, she realized she was asking him this question every time she saw him.

"Well, I was just shocked that I encountered Mr. Waltson, who was respected across Philadelphia, there by the side of the road," she scratched her brow.

"Stop saying such lovely things, what are you doing sitting here?"

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