Chapter 73 Who Was He?

• On a quiet and peaceful night, the Hudson residence was still brightly lit. Olivia was hugging her knees and curling up on the couch with her legs. Tears welled up at the corners of her eyes as she took deep, shaky breaths.
• Meanwhile, Margaret’s face was filled with an expression of gloom. The small pillow she was hugging no longer resembled its original shape.
• As for Raymond, he didn’t say anything and remained silent as he smoked cigarette after cigarette. The ashtray on the coffee table was already full of cigarette butts.