Chapter 55

Elizabeth Walters~

“Celebrity? No! The owner died this morning.” The woman tells me.

I staggered back a bit upon hearing what she said, looking at the sign that read Winston’s tea. Which owner is she talking about? Does someone else own this place?

“W-who are you talking about?” Is there another owner here? Even if there is, why are people gathered here? Shouldn’t they be at the owner’s place?

“What are you saying? The wom—“ she didn’t get to complete her sentence as some men rushed out of the tea shop with a stroller.

I have never been so shocked in my life,