After I finished eating, Mrs. Coi came to sit beside me at the long dining table, her movements gentle and deliberate.
"I'm sorry that you witnessed what you witnessed today," she began, her tone genuinely compassionate. "The Young Master should have given you some time to settle down first and not drop everything down on you like that. I'm very sorry."
Her apology confirmed my suspicions: Mrs. Coi knew everything. She was fully aware of the true nature of Sebastian's operations and the brutal execution that had just taken place downstairs. I looked at her, searching for some sign of moral conflict, but found only concern for my shock, not the dead man's life.
"But why didn't you say anything about this?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper, though I knew the question was futile. "At least report him to his parents or something so that he can stop. From what I've learned, he is a respectable lawyer and also a philanthropist, so why did he have to do something like this?"
