But Mr. Johnsons was unaware.
So, Mellisa spoke unashamedly, "We're old now, and have come to terms with life and death. Since Sophie is already dead, it's an unchangeable fact. Rather than crying here every day, we might as well be more open-minded, drink some tea, enjoy the moon, and then we'll live a few more years."
"Indeed, Mr. Johnsons, my wife is right. We're of an age where we have no desires left..." Melvin chimed in under Mellisa's gaze, so she wouldn't have to perform a monologue.
"Is that so?"
Isabella leisurely stared at the lying old couple, keenly noticing that no steam rose from their teacups—can they call this tea appreciation?
It must have long cooled.
She asked bluntly and indifferently, "Excuse me, what were you doing the moment before?"
"Who are you?"
It seemed Mellisa only noticed the additional person beside Julian, glared coldly at Isabella, and said disdainfully, "What qualifies you to question us?"
