Alice Turner knew that Autumn York harbored many grievances against her, but she didn't care at all about the things Autumn said to her, nor about Autumn's unfriendly attitude.
It wasn't that she was pretending to be a saint; she simply didn't want to get caught up with the person next to her. She loved that man and couldn't let him be too troubled.
"Mom! We'll be seeing each other every day from now on, so you have to get used to my thick-skinnedness. That's how the two of us can get along happily." Alice Turner's smile didn't diminish due to Autumn's previous words; she hugged Autumn even tighter.
Autumn York could hardly believe her ears, looking at Alice Turner holding onto her. She felt like she might have encountered a knock-off version of Alice Turner.
The Alice Turner she had previously investigated wasn't like this. She scrutinized the person before her and blurted out, "Are you a fake Alice Turner?"
