The atmosphere once again sank into gloom, and the few people in the living room followed suit with silence.
Titus Zane cried sorrowfully and was persuaded by Abigail Zimmerman to return to her room, with Nathan Moore accompanying her, wrapping his arms around her as they ascended the stairs.
Watching the two figures disappear around the corner, Alder Locke stood up and sat on the sofa opposite Samuel Zane, casually flipping through a small notebook he had grabbed.
"Grandfather Zane, what should we do now?"
Samuel Zane raised his eyes and glared over, retorting, "What to do? Hmm, do you think a few words can erase the harm he previously caused my grandson? All of this ultimately stems from him. If it wasn't for him keeping my grandson restrained by his side, none of this would have happened!"
