Miss Hope Williams was no Holy Mother. She plotted to slander her and now hoped to escape unscathed. As if that would happen.
Mia Fuller was taken aback, clearly not expecting Hope Williams to be so incessantly nagging.
Mia Fuller forced a smile, her complexion souring, "That won't be necessary, perhaps it's in the room. I'll go back and look for it, no need to bother Sister Hope. Weren't you all preparing to leave? Let me see you out."
Hope Williams smiled coyly, turning her head to look at Waylon Lewis, whose expression was unfriendly. "Are we in a hurry to leave?"
Waylon Lewis looked down at her, "Not in a hurry."
"Listen, your Brother Waylon isn't in a hurry, so naturally, I'm not either. I should help to the end, and of course, I want to help you find it."
Mia Fuller knew all too well just how "kindhearted" Hope Williams was.
She always felt an uneasy restlessness within her, and her reason told her she should stop looking and put an end to this matter.