Just now, she faintly heard Robert Williams and Laila Mason conversing in the room. Her listening skills were always excellent, but the tea room's structure was unique, providing such commendable sound insulation that Eleanor couldn't hear the conversation inside.
As she approached, the voices disappeared abruptly. Eleanor's eyebrows knitted even more tightly.
At this moment, in the tea room, Laila Mason was still standing up straight, looking downcast and gloomy. She stared blankly for a moment. Then, dazed, she walked towards the front door.
Unexpectedly –
She caught a glimpse of half of Eleanor's side profile through the small glass window of the tea room door. This glass was of special material, allowing those inside to see out, not vice versa. Laila Mason's gaze darkened, a strong wave of resentment and unwillingness surging in her heart. The pain that Robert Williams had just induced in her, she really wanted to let it all out on Eleanor.