Mr. Andersen seemed to read the group's expressions and hurriedly shook his head. "No, it's not what you think—honestly. How could I ever hurt Angelia? I truly love her; she's my life's love!"
The moment Mr. Andersen finished speaking, the temperature in the room seemed to drop by ten degrees. All the doors were tightly shut, but a cold wind swept through, skimming their bodies and sending shivers down their spines.
Mr. Andersen appeared to feel it too; clutching his head, he muttered in agony, "Please, please—just leave me alone..."
His frail body trembled. Hermes stood quickly and said, "Mr. Andersen, we're here. Nothing will harm you. Tell us everything you want to say."
