Met with silence, George was certain that Delice had no other plans besides this.
He would have to think of something. If only there was a way for him to communicate with Zezi, if only there was a way for him to speak to her, pass a message to her.
Do something!
Anything!
They had known each other for so long. He knew she was angry, but despite that, if only he could explain Delice’s connection, the things she had seen, and what he believed was going on. She would listen to him. She would speak to the King, they would find the real culprit, and all this would be over, allowing him the needed time to grieve.
He was worried about his daughter.
With Zezi broken, Delice here with him, and Aunt Alice dead, who was looking after Mira?
His poor daughter was caught in between too many things.
