Isaac Fenton always considered himself a materialist, never believing in anything related to ghosts or spirits.
His beliefs were steadfast and never wavered in the face of such things.
But today, as he drove back from Holy Garden, his mind was full of such thoughts.
His mind was filled with the faces of Amelia Cobb and Evelyn Cobb.
He had experienced such moments before, but today... it was particularly intense.
In his few meetings and conversations with Amelia, he had faintly felt that she was not an ordinary college girl in terms of ability and composure. He also had considered the possibility that she was actually Evelyn, but the truth in front of him was hard to believe.
"Sir-", Isaac pushed open the door and looked at Christopher Robinson sitting in front of the computer.
Christopher, now in casual beige homewear, exuded a sense of laziness and relaxation.
"What did Henry Wood say?" Christopher's gaze slowly moved from the computer to Isaac.