Lady Moore was wiping Hannah's mouth at this moment, while Richard Moore and Alexander Mercer were playing chess.
The four of them were leisurely enjoying their time on the helicopter.
Meanwhile, Fenn was in the living room, as anxious as an ant on a hot pan, mumbling, "Lady, please call soon!"
After waiting a few seconds, Fenn lost her patience and quietly followed Christopher Moore's steps, secretly peeking at the study door.
Christopher Moore noticed Fenn's footsteps. He flashed a wicked smile, picked up Richard Moore's most beloved antique inkstone, carefully examining it as he walked to the window, and with a "slip of the hand," the inkstone was dropped from the window to the ground below, unsightly! Needed to be tossed!
Upon seeing this, Fenn screamed, "No!" But it was too late; the inkstone had already shattered.
All over, all over! It's over! It's over!
