Abigail Zimmerman was like a primer, igniting her curiosity and suspicion. Now, she suddenly changes her stance. But looking at her attitude, she doesn't seem to be lying. There appears to be some unspeakable secret.
Previously, all hope was pinned on her, thinking that finding her would solve the mystery. Now it seems that another approach must be considered.
"What should we do now?" Titus Zane raised his eyes to seek Jon's opinion, but Jon had already picked up his chopsticks. Though not very skilled, he was still trying hard to move the delicacies onto his plate.
"carry, this dish is best enjoyed hot. If it gets cold, it won't taste good." Jon picked up a piece of pancake and then reached for the roasted duck, his gaze and thoughts entirely focused on the food in front of him, seemingly not hearing Titus Zane's words.
"Jon!" Titus Zane's voice was stern, raising the pitch to emphasize, "I'm talking about serious matters!"
