As the conversation drew to a close, the Chairman let out a small breath.

"Thank you for your company, Mr. Allen. I feel much better now.

"No, I'm glad I could help.

　It was pretty heavy stuff, and I think I'm going to have a slight stomach ache. .......
　Telling her everything made her feel a lot better.
　There's nothing more to ask for.

(Now, I think I'll go to the bathroom. ......)

　We talked longer than I thought we would.
　I think I'll just do my business and go to bed early.

　While I was thinking about it.

I was thinking about that when the Chairman said, "So, what's up with ......, are you mad at me?

　The chairman of the board asked me in a fearful manner.

Yes, I'm not mad at you.

　The question of whether or not to recommend Lizzy as a suspect.

(Sure, I have a few thoughts, but ......)

　It's not the right thing to do.

"Really, really, really ......?

I really, really mean it. And also you promised that you would never lie to the chairman for the rest of your life, didn't you?

......!　I see. You promised, didn't you ......?

　She smiled happily, her cheeks tinting slightly.

I'm sure you'll be happy to hear that.　Good night, Mr. Allen.

Yes, sir. Good night, Mr. Chairman.

　And so we parted, waving to each other.