"What a tragic waste!"
The elderly man's face was full of distress as he gingerly picked up the crushed remains of the pill from the floor, bit by bit.
The crowd stared at him, dumbfounded.
What was going on?
Why was this old man acting as if he had lost his mind?
"Mr. Stewart, what is this about?"
Trevor furrowed his brow, looking toward Mr. Stewart for an explanation.
But Mr. Stewart, equally wide-eyed, had no time to answer Trevor. He, too, was focused on the elderly man.
"Where did this come from?"
The old man slowly looked up and asked at the crowd.
"Oh, that? Just some trash brought by an i***t," Trevor scoffed dismissively, his lips curling into a sneer.
The rest of the Meyers family nodded in agreement, chuckling in unison.
"Heh, haha... If this is trash, then tell m
