Bab 74: Jerry's Investigation

Jerry sat at the expansive dining table in the Sinclair mansion, an ornate room filled with antique furniture and tall windows that allowed the morning sunlight to flood in. Sophie, his newlywed wife, sat beside him, her expression a mixture of irritation and curiosity.

The table was elegantly set with fine china, crystal glasses, and polished silverware. A vase of fresh-cut flowers stood as the centerpiece, casting a fragrant aroma throughout the room.

Sophie toyed with her fork, her gaze fixed on Jerry. Her dark, almond-shaped eyes, usually filled with warmth, were now clouded with resentment. She had not yet forgiven him for the previous night, when he had fallen asleep in Lydia's bed.

Jerry, sensing Sophie's displeasure, attempted to appease her. "Look, Sophie, it wasn't what you think," he began, his voice soft and reassuring. He reached out to gently hold her hand, but she withdrew it, her lips pursed.