Chapter 177 The Puzzle (One)

• There was silence for some time. The only sound that could be heard in the room was that of Jessica sniffling in Sebastian's arms. Carol retreated to sit on one of the chairs in the room. She was weary and tired of it all, and although she knew she shouldn't, the truth was that she blamed herself for everything to an extent, even though everyone, including Sebastian's aunt, told her not to do that. Carol felt so sad for the poor woman, who had aged and slimmed down considerably in the two weeks since her husband died.
• There was no way to fully prepare for a loved death, especially when that person wasn't an aged person. Mr. James was just in his early sixties, for crying out loud, and his life had been cut short by a maniac, who ironically was his own child. They all consoled themselves with the knowledge that he would have died sooner or later, but still it hurt knowing that someone had forcefully taken the little time he had left from him.
• Finally, Jessica raised her head from Sebastian's chest and began to speak, although she carefully avoided Carol's gaze, looking only at Sebastian, who was listening to her keenly.