105: Talkative type
"Nothing," Henry scoffed, shaking his head dismissively. He could feel her gaze on him, but he refused to acknowledge it.

"I understand what you're trying to say," she said calmly, "but you're mistaken. He had a wife, and he loved her dearly. Sadly, she passed away in a tragic car crash."

His eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Woah, why does it seem like everyone these days is dying in car crashes?"

Susan shrugged, her eyes scanning the room anxiously. She couldn't help but feel on edge. "I don't know," she replied. "And speaking of which, where is Priscilla?" Her gaze shifted to the space behind him, searching for any sign of her presence.

She spotted her outside the door. Henry didn't even realize she was there all the while.

Susan extended an inviting smile. "Don't tell me you've been standing there, love. Please, come in," she said warmly, gesturing for Priscilla to enter.

Priscilla lowered her head in a humble bow and stepped inside. "I didn't want to interrupt your conversation wit
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