Chapter 8 Bump Into Crazy

Right after she left, Kathleen went in to wash her hands. While washing, she frowned suddenly. It felt like she had seen the woman from earlier but she could not put a finger on when and where.

She thought about it but could not recall the memories. So she decided to just let it slide. She went out of the establishment after that.

Once she arrived outside, she found Mark Pattinson waiting outside.

He saw the look on her face, as if she was thinking of something. He asked, “What’s the matter?”

“Nothing. I bumped into a crazy lady,” Kathleen said simply.

Mark Pattinson smiled in a gentlemanly fashion and put it behind his mind.

“Let’s go then.”

Kathleen nodded. She had been with Mark for so long and she knew that there was one rule she must understand—be mature.

Mark Pattinson did not like a woman who caused trouble. That was why she would want to behave well.

The two got into the car and left.

Meanwhile, Lyla returned to her booth, and Abigail immediately turned to her.

“What took you so long?”

Lyla smiled. “Someone needed a free-of-charge lesson in life.”

Abigail arched an eyebrow; not knowing what she meant by that. Lyla sat down and said, “Alright! I’m back! Back to eating!”

Seeing as it was not something important, Abigail forewent asking more about it. The four of them continued enjoying their time eating hotpot together.

…

Early in the morning of the following day, Lyla Lowe brought Hansel and Gretel to the cemetery.

The rows of tombstones made the entire place rather cold and desolated. Lyla walked towards a tombstone and had a good look into the words that were engraved on it.

“Hi mum, it’s me…” she said.

She turned to the other two and said, “Come, Hansel, Gretel. Say hello to your grandmother.”

“Hello, grandmother!”

“Hello, grandmother.”

Both Hansel and Gretel gave their greetings obediently. Usually, they were rowdy but here, in the cemetery, they were exceptionally well-behaved.

Hansel rested a bouquet of flowers and spoke to the tombstone.

“Grandmother, we are here to see you!”

“Grandmother, look! Aren’t the flowers pretty?” Gretel said.