"God only wanted to see you?" Aaron looked at Alice in disbelief.
When he had fled the house, he had thought the other party had noticed something was wrong. He had practically thought he was going to die, only for someone to tell him—oh, his life was merely a tool for them to exchange messages?
Aaron could not accept this from the bottom of his heart.
But Alice's focus always seemed so strange. She frowned as she sized up Aaron's clothes, then asked sincerely, "Were you dressed like this when you left the house?"
Aaron had yet to pull his train of thought back from his emotions. For a moment, confusion leaked into the way he looked at Alice.
"Um... don't you think you don't look very suitable for going out right now?" Alice asked as tactfully as possible.
Aaron lowered his head and looked himself over, then asked, difficult to understand, "Why are you still concerned about something like this?"
Alice still had not given up on persuading him to change clothes. "But you really don't look suitable for going out like this..."
After staring at Alice for a while, Aaron closed his eyes tiredly and said, "If God wants to see you, shouldn't you come with me to see God first?"
Alice seriously considered it. On one hand, she felt it would be inappropriate to show up unannounced like this. On the other, Aaron's behavior told her that arguing with him at a time like this might be even more inappropriate.
Alice decided to take Aaron's advice. "All right, since you put it that way."
As a surgeon, Aaron's home was not much different from those of most middle-class families of this era.
When Aaron nervously pushed open the front door, Velma was not in the living