Chapter 1707: Send Atlas Bennet a tip about the case.
The room was dark, with only the light from the moon shining through the ajar balcony door.
Zoren lay on the bed, one leg out of the mattress and on the carpet floor. His other foot was on the mattress, his knee bent. He rested his arm over his eyes, his necktie loose with a few buttons of his shirt unbuttoned.
Shifting his arm slightly to reveal one of his eyes, he raised his other hand. In it, he clipped a small mug shot photo of Penny. He stared at it darkly, his expression unreadable.
"Should I... feel sad about this?" his quiet yet cold voice escaped. "Because I don’t know what to feel."
"What did you feel about it?" he added, already aware of Penny’s backstory at this point.
One way or another, Zoren couldn’t help but acknowledge the similarity of their lives. Just like him, who was not wanted by the woman he thought was his mother, Penny was the same.
She was the real daughter, but none of her family members ever treated her as one. She was a stranger in her own family.
Yet, the reason she was behind bars was because she confessed to save her brother. Although further investigation would still point at her, her action only showed how foolish she was.
But who was he to judge?
Zoren was worse.
He had also spent his entire life pleasing his mother, trying to make her happy. Even when he finally had enough and locked her in an asylum—after her attempt at hurting Old Mrs. Pierson—there was this lingering longing in a child for a mother.
And when he thought he had finally numbed himself to it, he was wrong.