Ten minutes earlier.
On the street outside the dining room.
After arguing for a while, the mother and daughter finally ended with Kisaki Eri taking the tie box back into her own hands.
"Fine, fine, I won't throw it away." She sighed. "I'll keep it for now. As for whether I'll give it to him, that depends on how that guy behaves."
Only then did Mouri Ran breathe a sigh of relief, her mood brightening again.
She took Kisaki Eri's hand, wanting to coax her mother, who had stormed off halfway through, back to the dinner. But when she turned around, she unexpectedly spotted a small figure peeking around near the entrance.
"Conan? Why did you come out too?" Mouri Ran hurriedly grabbed the brat who liked to run around everywhere. "This isn't Beika Town. There are lots of people, and you don't know this place. If you run around like you always do, you'll get lost!"
Conan: "..." I wasn't running around. I just came over to offer you a little advice because you're so worried about your parents' relationship.
Thinking this, he quietly said to Mouri Ran, "At this time, Uncle Mouri must still be chatting with that Ritsuko lady. Are you sure Aunt Eri won't get angry all over again when she sees him like that?"
Mouri Ran: "!"
That really was a problem... What should she do? Maybe she should go back to the table first, knock that troublesome dad unconscious, pretend he had gotten too drunk and passed out, then bring her mother over?
But speaking of getting drunk and passing out...
Mouri Ran recalled the number of bottles beside her father and her eyes lit up. "With his tolerance, it won't be long before he's dead drunk. We just need to stall for a