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"She did this for a living." Eunice did not answer according to Wosandta's reply. He lifted his chin slightly. "She's very capable, that's all. When we were in the mountains, we had to do a lot of things ourselves. It's not like here, where you have to hire someone specifically for every little job—there's nothing strange about that!"
Wosandta looked at Eunice in some surprise—clearly, the short phrase "in the mountains" should not have prompted such a long explanation.
But the old carpenter did not seem to notice anything amiss. He burst into hearty laughter and extended a hand to Wosandta. "Call me Porni! Pleased to meet you!"
When Hesta returned to her room, Simoya was already waiting at her desk. Since the study had temporarily become Arevalo's living quarters, Hesta had temporarily moved her work back to the bedroom.
"Where had you been all morning?" Simoya's voice carried a trace of displeasure.
"...I went to visit Pakart. She wasn't feeling well," Hesta replied. "Did you come here first thing in the morning just to wait for me?"
"Not exactly. I only waited twenty minutes—but next time you go out, at least take your phone with you!"
Only then did Hesta notice that her phone was still sitting in its stand on the desk. "...Oh, I forgot. What did you need me for?"
"I saw some documents he had just signed on Arevalo's desk—"
Hesta was somewhat surprised. "...So soon?"
"It was just a coincidence," Simoya said. "His hands shook while he was sorting through the documents, and he dropped the whole file box on the floor. Have you heard about Madam Bronbo?"
"If you mean the strange case of her husband's murder, then yes, I have," Hesta replied.
"I think Arevalo may be transferring property to Madam