chapter 78 What's the intention?

A few minutes after the man finished writing, An Anne Boyle came back, her expression obviously not as good as before. I didn't ask her who made the call or if something happened. Because if she wanted me to know, she would have told me. Obviously she didn't want me to know. An Anne Boyle remained depressed for the rest of the day and had no intention of eating. Finally she picked up her handbag and said to me apologetically, "I'm sorry, I'm in a hurry and have to leave first." "Did...