Charlee Ford glanced at Mr. King, pursed his lips and didn't speak. A palpable impatience appeared on his face under the mask.

Mr. King clearly felt it, and his voice sank a little more, almost in a tone of gnashing teeth and commanding, "Don't forget that your poison has not been solved yet."

"I see." Charlee Ford said with a blank face.

Mr. King, listening to her tone, had no doubt that if it weren't for his mother's poison, she still had it on her body, she would not hesitate to throw him off the boat.

Their little gestures and whispers were not noticed by others, because their attention was...