Arianne noticed the fruits and nutritional supplements at the head of the bed, which looked very similar to the ones Ethan had brought along with him yesterday. However, she didn’t think too much of it. Many of these items could be bought around the convalescent home, which meant that as long as someone bought these items nearby, they would be pretty much the same. She didn’t quite believe in George’s story. “Mr. Levin, that wasn’t what you said when we were here yesterday. Do you have any underlying reasons preventing you from talking about this?”
George closed his turbid eyes, his breathing growing slightly rapid. “No underlying reasons. I just don’t want to bring trouble onto myself. Please don’t visit me anymore. Mr. Sloane’s affairs have nothing to do with me. All I want is to wait for my death in peace.”
The thought of her tedious trip to the mailing address made this difficult for Tiffany to accept. However, George had put a dead end to her conversation. George had admitted to knowing Mr. Sloane straightaway, which eliminated the possibility of him actually turning out. to be Mr. Sloane. Furthermore, he had immediately made it clear that Mr. Sloane was dead. This cut off Arianne’s backup route.
After the previous setback, Arianne had become even more determined. She did not fall apart again. “It’s late. You should rest early, Mr. Levin. We’ll come back another day.”
George snorted, got up, and lay down on his bed without another word.
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