"Yes, me and Damian."

Glara smirked dismissively. "Wasn't Mr. Damian at the funeral yesterday? He even visited my house again in the evening. Unfortunately, I was not in the mood to be disturbed by anyone."

"You went there yesterday?" Martha asked Damian with sharp and probing eyes.

Damian looked surprised by Glara's casual and calm revelation. "Uh, I just happened to pass by, so I went there."

"You said yesterday that you were out of town for business?"

Damian tried to put his arm around Martha, but before that, he shot a glare at Glara. "Well, honey—"

"Sorry if you want to argue, not here. I'm mourning, you know." Glara...