So as for Jerry Taylor, they all knew him; they had just greeted him and exchanged a few polite words.
It was just that Jerry was a rather distant person, so they couldn't very well try too hard to cozy up to him, or it would look way too purposeful.
But… who could tell them what on earth that sentence Jerry just said was supposed to mean?
Compared with everyone else's confusion and shock, Emma Wells was completely dumbfounded. She stared blankly at Jerry—he, is it him?
After a brief moment of surprise, Old Mrs. Wells reached out and gripped Emma's hand, making her lower her head to look over. In Old Mrs. Wells's eyes was nothing but questioning doubt.
Emma Wells didn't know what she should say to her mother. Back then, she had never even seen what he looked like—her eyes had been covered.
Only, how was she supposed to say that to her mom?
