Hewlett smiled at that. "Heh, do I really need to explain why? What else would I have called you here to discuss?"
"Go on, then," he countered.
Zeng Mu had no idea what he meant. This fellow had clearly sent a letter asking him to come here, yet now that they had met, he wanted Zeng Mu to do the talking. Was he still half asleep?
"How did you drive her away?" Hewlett's voice darkened.
"Drive her away? Huh? Mitchelson left?" Zeng Mu asked with a frown.
"Heh, don't tell me you didn't even know she was gone. The news had already spread through the whole village this afternoon."
Zeng Mu shook his head. "This is a little unexpected. Why would she suddenly leave the village? Where did she go?"
Hewlett's lips drew back. Unable to contain his fury any longer, he shouted, "You're asking me? How would I know?!"
"Don't you realize you're the one who drove her away?!"
"No, I didn't drive her away. God is my witness." He made a gesture of prayer.
"You broke her heart, and you still claim you didn't drive her away?!" Hewlett roared, almost hysterical.
Zeng Mu spread his hands. "All right, what's done is done. There's not much I can say now. Doesn't her aunt know where she went, either?"
"No. Nobody knows where she went. It's as though she vanished from Ponta Delgada Village." His emotions ebbed, and his voice grew calm again.
"Arthur, do you really love Mitchelson?" he asked, his voice low and sharp.
Zeng Mu hesitated, then said, "Yes. Of course I do."
"No! You couldn't possibly love her! You don't understand love at all! You don't even deserve to be loved!" His voice thundered.
"Do you know something? No man in all of Ponta Delgada Village