Evonne did not finish that sentence.
She could sense that Elijah behind them was emanating an ominous aura.
Evonne bit her lip, softly said goodbye to Sally, and left the scene.
Elijah did not say anything on the journey back from the university to the mansion.
Sally tried to say something several times but did not know what to say. She kept quiet.
Once they were back at the mansion, Sally went to her desk and tried to combine the tattered pieces of her certificates.
That was not a difficult task to perform.
However, the album that contained the photographs and birthday cards from her grandmother had been thrown in the fiery brazier. It would be impossible to restore everything.
Sally sat at her desk. Her heart ached as she looked at the half-charred album. She cursed Wendell Moses to hell countless times.
After she had cursed enough, she prepared to keep the album away when a card fell out.
She bent down to pick it up and discovered that the card held something between the fold. There was a tattered photograph of a boy inside.
Half of the photograph was ruined.
Sally looked at the photograph for a very long time. She could not recall ever meeting that boy. She carefully kept the photograph in the album.
She would have to ask her grandmother about the boy when she had the chance. Perhaps her grandmother could explain why she placed someone else's photograph in the birthday card.
The sky was already dark.
Aunt Leigh knocked on the door outside. "Madam, the Sire called to request that you and Sir Elijah return to the Moses house. Please get ready."
Sally turned around to glance at the clock and saw that it was already eight o'clock. Why would Grandpa Moses ask them to go over at that late hour?
She felt a hint of unease.
Elijah was already waiting in the car when Sally was done changing.
"Grandpa is asking us to go over so late at night… do you think that it has something to do with Wendell?" She asked cautiously as soon as she got in the car.
"Naturally."
Elijah's low voice sounded forlorn. "I've told you. Many people will blame you for injuring Wendell."
He turned to look at her through the black silk ribbon. "Are you afraid?"
"I'm not." Sally shook her head. "I didn't do anything wrong."
"Sometimes, it's not a matter of right or wrong."
Elijah shook his head, seemingly perplexed by Sally's response. "Is your world so black-and-white, Sally Summers?"
Sally nodded. "If it's not right, then it's wrong. If it's not wrong, then it's right. Isn't that how the world works?
"My teacher says that no one cares about the effort you put into studying; only the results in the end counts. Something right can't be wrong, and something wrong can't be right."
She sounded like an innocent child who had never set foot in the real world.
Perhaps she was really an innocent child who had never set foot in the real world.
Elijah sighed softly. He reached out a hand to pat her soft hair. "It's rare to meet someone who thinks like you."
Sally did not know if he was praising her. She did not say anything.
The car arrived at the Moses house very soon.
It was already nine o'clock. Usually, the lights in the Moses house would have been turned off by now. However, all the lights were on today.
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