Madeline Carter left not long after.
The police arrived.
They must have felt the matter was too extensive.
They didn't dare to be negligent.
At two in the afternoon, a black Bentley stopped in front of the company, its familiar license plate catching the eye.
Amelia Cobb donned a black suit and came downstairs.
"Miss Amelia," Isaac Fenton opened the car door for her.
In the back seat, Christopher Robinson was resting with his eyes closed, he didn't even open them when Amelia got in.
Christopher didn't speak, and Amelia didn't seem inclined to break the silence.
For a while, both were speechless.
The argument from last night had continued into today, neither Christopher nor Amelia were the kind to back down easily.
Not to mention - both had their own ideas.
That day, Isaac was so nervous that he was sweating while driving. It was May and summer hadn't arrived yet, but the temperature in the car was slowly rising.
