Macey was obviously shocked by Willard's imposing manner. After a moment of absent-mindedness, she shouted righteously, "At that time, I told you to prepare two mints in case of emergencies. You insisted on one! Now, Lamont didn't eat it, but another man died for it!"
Her words made Willard speechless.
"Give me an explanation. What should we do now?"
After gaining the upper hand, Macey didn't stop, continuously interrogating him.
A trace of viciousness flashed across Willard's face. "Then make sure he can't come out!"
"What do you mean?"
Willard did not answer. Instead, he slowly returned to his chair and poured himself a cup of tea.
"I say, can you be a little more attentive? You hold this broken teapot all day long!" Macey was so angry that she took the dark-red enameled teapot from Willard's hand and slammed it on the corner of the table.
Crack.