Rae Bennett hung several photography artworks on the wall of the hall.
Juan Morris had no artistic sense and only felt that the gems on the frame were unusual, so he reached out and touched them.
Rae immediately pushed him away, "Don't touch."
Juan Morris muttered quietly, "It's not any treasure, just a few photos."
Rae grabbed her sleeve and carefully wiped the spot that Juan Morris had touched, "These are Wyatt's works."
In recent years, Wyatt had gained quite a reputation, though he often stayed abroad.
"What was your Wyatt thinking? Look at the photos he takes; they are either about war or exposing crime. Isn't he afraid of dying? What if someone seeks revenge—"
Rae glared at him furiously, "Shut your crow's mouth."
Mumble mumble mumble!
Juan Morris took a few steps back, retreating to a safe distance, "I'm just saying in case." He was speaking the truth, "Just in case something happens to your Wyatt abroad—"
Then wouldn't you have to live like a widow?
