This was Amelia Lockhart's first time at Ethan Quinn's house.
Previously, she had been stopped outside Clearwater Bay, but today she had finally been allowed in.
This was a neighborhood for the wealthy, mostly inhabited by people of status and standing, so the living environment was exceptional.
Lord had just stepped inside when he abruptly slapped his forehead. "Oh no, I left something at the studio! Damn!"
Amelia Lockhart quickly looked over. Seeing his anxious expression, she asked, "Is it important?"
Lord nodded again and again, his face still fraught with worry.
Amelia Lockhart thought for a moment before volunteering, "You should go see if it's still there. As for Ethan Quinn, I can help him with his medicine and wait for you to get back."
'Isn't the whole reason I came along tonight because I was worried about Ethan Quinn's injuries? Helping him with the medicine can be my way of thanking him!'
