059: Witnessing the funeral with my own eyes_1

Christopher Robinson abruptly stopped his hand on the medicine box, staring at Amelia Cobb with a somewhat dazed look in his eyes.

Must the world be informed about one's death?

That sentence sounded too resentful.

But coincidentally, it reminded Christopher of something, and he gazed down at Amelia squatting on the ground.

The suspicion in his eyes seemed ready to drip out like water.

However, it seemed that Amelia had uttered that sentence unintentionally.

She was oblivious to his scrutiny.

With the glass in hand, she swallowed some ibuprofen.

She squatted on the ground, hugging her knees for a while before standing up.

Seeing Christopher motionless, she looked at him with puzzled eyes.

In the dead of night, Christopher's suspicion was magnified by the still air.

"Because I want to become a true realist, not a fuzzy-headed ant..."

As this sentence slowly came out from Christopher's thin lips, Amelia's heart raced.