Ed glared at him but fell silent. Poppy frowned for a moment before sighing, standing up. "C'mon, Francis. Let's go for a drive."
She left the house and turned to him, her brows furrowed as she studied him almost hungrily, her eyes wide. "Should I drive?"
She got in the front seat, turning on the car and pulling out of the driveway. They drove in silence for a few moments. "He was going to get you arrested," she said, her voice tight. "He said that my mind wasn't clear enough to make any decisions about you, and he said that if I didn't come with him for a period of time and reflect on all of this, he would have you arrested."
"What?" she asked with a frown, glancing at him from the corner of her eye. "Of course not. I don't make a habit of running from my problems very frequently."
"No, he..." She exhaled in frustration, checking over her shoulder to merge lanes. "God. You know, I'm getting tired of both of you trying to tell me about my other relationships. He was worried about me because he thought something really bad happened rather than the fact that it was a misunderstanding. You are now thinking that he was blackmailing me instead of the idea that he was genuinely concerned about what was happening. You both really want to assume the worst in each other."
"And you think he blackmailed me. You both are fairly adamant that the other person is the problem in my life."
