At noon, the woman busy in the restaurant kept looking up at the distant sky from time to time.
Her heart was in a panic. She always felt that something important was happening, or had already happened.
The feeling was like the one she had experienced as a child when facing her parents after telling her first lie, as if they had already seen through her. Her heart raced, and she was at a loss.
But she knew very clearly that she had not lied to anyone.
She ate lunch alone. The child was at school, attending a boarding private school.
She was not very clear on how much the schooling cost. She only knew that a foundation handled all those expenses for them.
Not only did it cover the child's tuition and daily expenses, but she also received a considerable sum every month, enough to maintain her current respectable lifestyle.
She had never cared about any of this. Her husband had arranged everything properly.
Her lunch consisted of a fruit and vegetable salad, two sliced and toasted dinner rolls spread with egg-yolk garlic sauce, and a glass of juice.
The sports program playing on the television held no appeal either. She sat in the restaurant, eating her simple lunch with some irritability and anxiety, yet unable to understand where those emotions came from.
Just as she was nearly halfway through her meal, a sudden knock sounded at the door. She subconsciously glanced at the wall clock. It was already noon.
It was lunchtime. Who the hell knew who was outside, or why they had come to disturb her at a time like this?
A little worried, she picked up a napkin to wipe her hands, tidied her appearance, and walked to the door.
There were two female bodyguards in