Harry then pulled Cleo out of her room. Taken her straight into a new room, other than his bedroom. But usually indeed earmarked as a spare room. Harry had already sat Cleo down on the bed.
Cleo who was still feeling flustered kept asking her questions.
"What really happened? Why did that mirror crack? And why does something like that appear there?" Cleo looked at Harry very deeply.
"Who did it? And who has the heart to do this? And how can you explain all this to me? About who else has been after me? And why?"
Harry was too busy thinking with his thoughts.
"I don't know either, Cleo. I can't answer your question right now. But I will definitely find out of the truth."
Cleo spontaneously looked at him seriously and in disbelief.
"Could it be Aretta?"
Cleo didn't want to recklessly accuse someone. But she was the only one who had been the most reckless in doing cruel things to her. Including Martha.