The atmosphere in the Allen family house was suffocating, the tension palpable, sitting on the couch each of them battled with their own thought and unspoken suspicions.
Each suspecting the other as the perpretrator of the accident and silently contemplating the same question—who was responsible for the accident? Who among them had orchestrated this carefully planned disaster?
Vera stared at Desmond coldly, her fist clenched, for the several times she had dealt with him, she had come to understand he is always meek before the Old man and becomes a viper in his absence, he will exert dominion in every little opportunity and this situation was no different.
Vera's thoughts were a tangled mess. At the first prompt of her hearing about the attack. She had secretly hoped that Davis would somehow survive the attack but that Jessica would be eliminated in the process. That was supposed to be the perfect outcome.
