"Really?"
Harry Hall laughed, but the laughter didn't reach his eyes. "Then Helen certainly won't disappoint you. Let's hope that when she wakes up, you can still sincerely hold onto that hope."
With those words, he stepped away. But after walking a few steps, he stopped again, turned back to look at William Hall, and smiled subtly.
That smile sent a chill down William Hall's spine.
"I hear you've been getting close to Charles Churchill recently. When did your standards drop so low that even someone like Charles Churchill caught your eye?"
He noticed William Hall's expression falter slightly but pretended not to see it. Instead, he let the smile slip from his face and added another jab—
"Or perhaps, birds of a feather flock together. Are you gradually leaning toward worthless company now?"
