The Visit

Back at home, I dejectedly made two boxes of small cakes. This was my gift for the visit to Peter's garden tomorrow. The meeting in the cafe just now still distressed me. The family of the victims were shameless.  If they didn't yield in front of money, Nathan might have been brought to justice. I turned off the oven, sat in front of it, sighed.  The gray zone was so terrible. When I packed up the cakes, Jason was back. He had some documents in his hands.  "Madam, Harris convinced the family of the victims to accuse Nathan." "With money?" I looked sad. Only money could change the mind of those people.  After a short silence, Jason said, "Don't worry. We will get the money back from Nathan and Old Madame Brown." "Okay." I forced a smile. What I cared about was not money, but justice. Like me, those victims were poor and powerless in Costsley. They tried to strive for a bright future with their own hands. However, things didn't happen as one wished.  Noticing my gloom, Jason asked, "Mada