Mrs. Taylor chuckled lightly and said:
"This is unusual. That child never liked living on the same floor with others, but this time he's moved without a word to live opposite a young girl."
Originally, Hannah Taylor had already been thinking quite a bit about William Wilson's strange behavior, and now hearing her mother say this, she had even more thoughts.
Only to hear Mr. Taylor, seated in the passenger seat, turn his head to join the mother-daughter chat—
"Perhaps William has taken a liking to the girl across the hall and moved there specially."
After he finished speaking, Mrs. Taylor immediately shot him a disapproving look, "What nonsense are you talking about? William is very dedicated to the little fiancée he was promised in childhood. Don't go making misguided matches."
"What little fiancée? William has a little fiancée?"
Hannah seemed as if she was hearing this for the first time, and the gossiping spirit inside her blazed into a roaring fire.
