章節 44: Horace Hawthorne

Amelia thought he would bring her to a run-of-the-mill diner for fries. She was sorely mistaken when she was ushered into a car with tinted windows via the hospital's back exit and then delivered to a five-star restaurant she once waited tables at for extra cash.

They were brought to a private dining room without any delay, and the food was served a moment later. Amelia stared at him, agog. Did he plan this in advance? 

"There's no need for this…" She protested weakly, but the old man waved her objections away, his movements suddenly looking sharper than before.

"It is necessary because I need privacy. I'm sorry that I have not been entirely honest with you." The old man wet his lip and sucked in a deep breath.