flashed a smile on their wedding day, and caused her immense sorrow. “Hey, George!” Hailey shouted, her voice echoing through the shop. “George, are you the one?”
Hearing his name made George stiffen up, and he carefully turned to face Hailey. Time and space seemed to stand still as their eyes met.
Subsequently, George’s complexion became pale and frightened. Grasping Martha’s arm, he bolted away. But Hailey outruns them all in terms of speed.
The man named George…” But tell me how this can be done. Hailey murmurs with a tremor in her voice, “You… you died.”
George scans his surroundings anxiously, looking at Hailey before returning his gaze to the storefront. Behind Hailey’s back, he murmurs, “I can explain everything.”
Her fury is palpable as Hailey raises her voice. “Could you tell me something? She demands to know how he managed to pilfer her funds before feigning death.
