As soon as Mia Grant finished speaking, Yates Donovan's lowered eyelids shot up.
For a moment, neither of them spoke.
Gazing at the night scenery rushing past the window, Yates Donovan's Adam's apple bobbed. He asked in an ambiguous tone, "Does it have to do with me?"
Mia Grant: "No."
"Then I don't want to know."
"..."
"I don't care about other people's business. I'm not as righteous as you are. I only care about myself."
Worried he might be upset, Mia Grant explained, "It's probably a good thing it has nothing to do with you."
"At the very least, you're the only one I dare to talk about this kind of thing with."
"Then let me ask again."
"Is it related to that story you told me last time?"
"What story?" Mia Grant didn't immediately recall.
Yates Donovan precisely recalled the time and place. "That infuriating story of yours."
Mia Grant was surprised. "You still remember that?"
"More than just remember. I had a nightmare the night I heard it."
"...Huh?"
