The rain curtain was hazy, and Henry Wood stood still, unable to move.
Sadie's words, however, did not stop there.
"It doesn't matter who died in that spring shower. Dead is dead. What could be done? The dead can't make choices, but those who survive have many choices."
These words were all handed to her word by word by Amelia Cobb.
Where to go to, what to say.
What tone, what mood, all were handed to her bit by bit by Amelia Cobb.
She thought that doing this would undoubtedly complicate things for herself. However, seeing the international translator's expression at this moment, Sadie's admiration for Amelia Cobb increased.
In the reception room, Amelia Cobb leaned on the sofa, closing her eyes to rest.
Her brow was slightly furrowed, her body looked somewhat fatigued. Seeing this, the servant asked in a low voice if she wished to rest upstairs, to which she shook her head slightly.
"Has he left?"