"No, that's not what I wanted to say."
"Are you about to say that we shouldn't dwell on last night? We're adults and you don't need me to take responsibility?"
She had just started to speak, and he had already finished her sentences.
This left her with nothing to say.
"I guess that's about right."
Eve Sherman nodded, "I think that if Grandpa hadn't put something strange in the soup last night, none of this would have happened by accident, so I consider it an accident. An accident is an accident, and of course, there's no need for any party to take responsibility."
As she spoke, a hint of darkness appeared in Stellan Sutton's eyes.
"That's how you see it?"
Eve hesitated, staying silent.
"But I don't agree."
Stellan said again.
"..."
His words left Eve unsure of how to respond.
No matter what she said, it felt wrong.
