Chapter 85: The Message

SOPHIE’S POV

I remained rigidly seated on Elliot's guest seat as we waited in hanging suspense for Gerald to show up at any moment.

Mr. Hank's revelation had totally changed the atmosphere in the room, from just one of plain inquiry and supplication to one of bad omens and perhaps cautious distrust.

The man himself has still not switched or changed his posture after making his claim; rather, he was still kneeling with his head bowed, whispering to himself as though he were making a silent prayer to God for vindication.

Elliot, on the other hand, had assumed a bottled-up demeanor, expressing his anger and anxiety only by the continuous tapping of his thumb on the desk.

As for me, I felt just as uneasy and worried. I kept folding and refolding my arms, staring from Elliot to Mr. Hanks in worry and subdued trepidation, wondering who could be playing such games at this time and hoping that the