Thomas’s hand firmly blocked my view, shielding my eyes.
Before me were the clear lines of his palm, but in my ears, a chaotic drama was unfolding.
“What?”
Isabella, as if she hadn’t heard clearly, kept asking, “Call the authorities? Call them for what?”
Exeter argued forcefully, “This person was murdered. If you don’t report it, are you planning to cover it up?”
“No, Exeter, you’re misunderstanding,” Alyssa’s voice trembled. “Mother doesn’t mean that. My father is still recovering from his injuries. With such a serious case happening here, of course, we need to discuss it with him before taking action.”
“Discuss what?” Exeter made no effort to hide his anger. “A human life means less to you than the reputation of Jenny Manor?”
I was just about to speak when Thomas cut the farce sho
