"The rumor around is that Marshella Yates killed your father, Pindo Rinto. Do you hate her?"
Outside the door, the wind is fierce and the rain is sudden. Inside, it is peaceful and quiet.
The moment the words of Peter Aria fell, all three excluding Aubree Groove tightened in their hearts subconsciously turned to look at Aubree.
This is a particularly sharp question. Everyone knows, but asking it in front of the person involved is somewhat inappropriate.
Peter Aria quietly looked at Aubree Groove, waiting for his reply.
Aubree Groove methods a poker, stirring the charcoal fire bit by bit. The dead ashes reignite, a bunch of fire lights up, bringing warmth.
The Young Lady lowers her eyes and brows in comfort and silence.
"Then I ask Dr. Aria, which came first, the chicken or the egg?"
Peter Aria was taken aback. He didn't expect Aubree Groove to ask such an irrelevant question in return.