"Adair has been looking for the wedding automobile. Would you like to pause for a moment?" Vivien checked her rearview mirror, the tiny figure fighting to keep up with the wedding car.

He did not initially encourage her to stay with Adair.

He felt sorry for her all of a sudden.

"No, let's get going." Adair Carter also does not return, not even a glance.

The tone is frigid.

Ada Wood is chasing after the wedding car while carrying the painting.

Perhaps she was too nervous to run. Ada Wood collapsed, clutching the artwork in her arms.

A layer of skin was scratched, and blood gushed out of it. She...