"What's wrong with her?" As soon as she saw her leave, Flossie Wright frowned and asked Ice.
"Silvery sent her over," Ice answered truthfully.
"For what?"
"To stay here for a few days to investigate Andrew's clues."
"Oh," Flossie replied nonchalantly, her fingers playing with a cup as she casually glanced at him, "Speaking of which, it's been a while since you've given me any news about Andrew?"
"No news." Ice's expression became slightly stiff.
"Really?" Flossie's narrow eyes flashed with a cold smile.
"Yes." Ice insisted on maintaining the lie.
Slamming the cup down hard, Flossie leaned closer to Ice, resting her elbow on the table, "What did Silvery tell you?"
"Nothing." Facing her approach, Ice frowned and replied rather coldly.
Flossie looked at him seriously, "If you care about me, you have no reason to hide anything from me."
With a slight frown and after a moment, Ice spoke nearly helplessly, "You need to heal."
