"Don't listen to his nonsense. Ever since Blanche went missing, his mental state has been somewhat unstable."
While the two were talking, a woman emerged from the door, holding a basket filled with selected vegetables, her face full of fatigue and apology. "Come in, Ethan, I just made some cinnamon pie."
Old Leicht glanced at the woman with disgust and said coldly, "You've been bewitched by the devil too!"
He needed to stay here now, not going anywhere, to keep an eye on that devil so he could never harm his family!
Ethan vaguely felt that Old Leicht's odd behavior might be related to his departure from the town five days ago. He followed the woman inside, taking a moment to survey the room. Everything was neatly arranged, much the same as his last visit, and the fire burning in the fireplace drove away the persistent chill.
"Excuse me, who is Blanche?"
Once seated, Ethan asked.
