Malcolm smiled as he playfully punched Charlie’s shoulder and turned to leave.
There were two doors to this room. The person Charlie had asked him to find was inside. Malcolm hadn’t pried into the details—he only knew it had something to do with the Jones family.
Charlie entered.
Inside sat a middle-aged woman, hair completely white and face gaunt. When she saw him, her eyes remained blank and unfocused for a long moment before she murmured, out of nowhere, “My son was just as handsome as you.”
Charlie responded with a gentle and polite smile. “Thank you for the compliment.”
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On the terrace.
Candice leaned on her hand, exhausted, having listened to over ten minutes of gossip—gossip about herself.
The tone was passionate, the details vivid and bizarre.
The most repeated claim? Tha
