Feeling everyone's gaze on her, Lily forced herself to speak. "I don't know anymore. That really was the wish Mr. Charles made at the time. Since that was his wish, then he must have..."
As she spoke, the thought that Mr. Charles had truly gone home was too much to bear. Sorrow instantly overwhelmed her, and she could no longer hold back. Dropping her head onto her arms on the table, she began to sob uncontrollably.
Beside her, Linda gently patted the young girl's back, offering quiet comfort.
Lily's crying cast a somber mood over the room. Grim expressions appeared on everyone's faces.
They had all been through life-and-death situations together on the Narwhal. Their bond with Charles was not much different from that of a family. His sudden departure, with the knowledge they would never see him again, felt no different from death.
It was a lie to say they were completely unaffected. It was just that most of them, unlike Deep, were not so direct with their emotions.
