Jade Hawthorne's sudden death, dangling from the Hawthorne family's front door brought grimmer and more shocking descriptions by the minute.
Len Hawthorne washed and replaced the bowl he had used; holding his mobile phone, he read through the multitude of descriptions online. It was as if these people had all witnessed Jade Hawthorne being murdered in person.
Len sat down on the sofa, reopened his computer to log into a website, and began networking with others.
Upon confirming that he was unharmed, people from each corner resumed their own tasks at hand.
Having finished breakfast, Chloe was feeling much better. As soon as Len finished the task in his hand, she motioned with her hand, signaling him to offer his wrist to her.
She wanted to give him a thorough check-up.
Len shuttered his notebook cooperatively and watched Chloe, who was seriously taking his pulse, with a soft grin.
"There's no serious problem. You're just a bit weak."