Such a young girl has been targeted by her great-grandson.

Lola Hussey had just changed and was dragged downstairs, her hair fluffed up like a coral reef, her bangs messy, looking like a girl who hadn't woken up fully.

...

In the side living room.

Lola Hussey sat next to Wendy Hollander, yawning while accompanying her in watching... a legal-themed TV series.

She watched for at most three minutes, really just three minutes, before Lola Hussey closed her eyes and dozed off.

Wendy Hollander shook her awake, nervously asking, "Girl, have you figured out who the killer is?"

Startled awake, Lola Hussey replied: "..."

"Probably, maybe, should be, possibly... I don't know." She muttered in a muffled voice.

Too sleepy, too sleepy.

"Pfft."

Wendy Hollander laughed, "Little girl, you're not quick-witted. I already know who the murderer is."

"Who is it then..."

"His son."

"Oh..."