Elsie's Point of View
I can't wait for two o'clock. Just because Jace asked me to have lunch together. Enough… well, weird. I kept looking at the clock on my wall, now the short hand stopped at eleven. Still a long time. I bide my chin with my chin watching television.
The news that is currently showing is about a mysterious explosion at the shooting location of one of the Bryant family's film company homes. If I'm not mistaken, the production house is managed by William Bryant's eldest grandson, namely Joseph. Which, according to Jace's story, devised a plan to slowly kill Dad. If only Jace hadn't promised me to explain the truth to Jo, I'd have reported the plan to Nathan.