At the Marshall residence, the conference room was filled with smoke.
Sigmund, Walden, and Tommy each held a cigarette, having reached out to everyone they could, yet no one could help the Marshall family. A dark cloud of crisis hung over the family, like a boat adrift in a storm, ready to capsize at any moment.
“What did Eleanor say? Did Laurie manage to ask her anything?" Sigmund asked in a deep tone.
They couldn’t even identify their enemy, despite Walden’s best efforts to dig up any information, nothing had come up.
It was as if fate itself had decreed that the Marshall family would collapse this time.
Walden shook his head, taking a frustrated drag of his cigarette: “Nothing, Eleanor didn’t say a thing. I don’t know what she’s thinking."
Silence filled the room once more, each
