Aline couldn't just watch Fred go to jail for such a long time. Even if it meant humbly begging Rena, she had to get Fred out of prison and back on his feet.

When Aline headed outside, it was raining. The cool autumn wind whipped at her violently.

It was drizzling outside the villa.

Rena was sitting in the pavilion in the backyard, arranging flowers.

She had planted these flowers with her own hands, so it felt nice to see the fruits of her Labor.