Chapter 20 " This is Ms. Drayton , my … friend , " said Woodrow . " Hello , " Kaneeta greeted the restaurant owner politely . Though Woodrow and she had only known each other a couple of days , what they had been through indeed qualified them as friends . " Welcome , Ms. Drayton ," the man beamed . " Come on in . I've been getting prepared since Elliott called me . Breakfast is almost ready ." Only a couple of waiters were in the restaurant . It seemed the restaurant wasn't open for breakfast today . Right after Kaneeta and Woodrow took their seats , one of the waiters brought them two plates of ravioli , each containing a big shrimp . At the sight of them , Kaneeta suddenly felt a bit hungry . " The shrimp ravioli here is a must - try . Give it a go , " Woodrow said . As Kaneeta put a ravioli in her mouth , her eyes instantly lit up . It was indeed delicious . Seeing the bright smile on her face , Woodrow curved his lips into an imperceptible smile . Soon , the owner and several waiters brought over more dishes until the table was covered with polenta , crab cakes , waffles , and more . " All served ," the owner said with a smile . " This is our entire breakfast menu . Enjoy ! " With that , he left with the waiters , giving Kaneeta and Woodrow the room to themselves . As the sun rose , the mist gradually dissolved . Sunlight streamed through the windows , casting their fragmented shadows onto the table . Kaneeta used to make do with breakfast , but she ended up eating a lot today . Everything tasted amazing , filling her with warmth . Neither of them said anything . In the tranquil atmosphere , Woodrow would occasionally slide a plate closer to her . As the meal was coming to an end , she received a text . Chapter 20 " The man died a year ago . He killed himself in prison . " Her pupils shrank as she pursed her lips tightly . Traumatized by the car accident , she had never paid any attention to the driver after learning he was put in jail . After accidentally learning the truth during Edmund's phone call , she secretly sent someone to the prison , hoping to get answers from the driver . She was stunned upon knowing he had committed suicide a year ago . He had been the key witness . Soon , she calmed down and replied , " See if he had any family and where they are ." The person replied to her right away , " OK . " Noticing something off in her expression , Woodrow asked , " Is something wrong ? " She snapped out of it and smiled , "No. " Hearing this , he said nothing else and just nodded . After breakfast , they said bye to the owner and left . " Where do you live ? I'll give you a lift . " Woodrow opened the car door for her . Knowing it might take her forever to hail a cab here , she said , " Mr. Hartwell , you may drop me off at the Kuntz Group . " " Ms. Drayton " He frowned , his tone turning icy . " What you need now is to rest , not to keep exhausting yourself for Mr. Kuntz . "