Chapter 70 Callous Carters

It was the night of the Carters’ annual gathering. Howard appeared distracted, as though his husk of a body was unattended, as he looked on with his eyes glazed and unseeing. His face was abnormally pale too as cold beads of sweat potted his skin. “Howard, are you okay? You don’t look so hot,” Hector asked, his eyebrows furrowed. Howard stared at nothing in particular without answering him. It was beginning to worry the older man, who placed his hand on Howard’s forehead before crying out in shock, “Your forehead’s really cool…Are you having cold sweat?!” Upon hearing his voice, everyone else turned to look at him. “Oh, uh, what?” Howard finally pulled himself back to reality. When he realized where he was, he quickly shook his head. “I, uh, I’m fine.” “Are you sure? You’re having cold sweat. Did something happen to you?” Hector asked, unconvinced and concerned. “Yeah, Howard. If something’s troubling you, at least let the family know.” Howard forced a smile. “What do you mean