"Do you think it was her?"
George asked his father after they handled Georgia's funeral.
"No, it is not her," mister Hudson replied.
Obviously, they are not convinced that Georgia simply got into an accident, the timing was just too coincidental.
"How can you be so sure?" George asked.
"She does not have the time to waste on such a matter."
George was confused.
"Someone who is capable of keeping the company afloat with just her designs, do you think she will need to dirty her hands for what? For jealousy? If so then the people who slandered her when she had not returned to her family yet, would have been killed left and right."
Thinking about it logically, George knew his father was right.
"It must be among these people," mister Hudson said looking at the people who came for the funeral.
"You mean... the one she talked about with you early this day?"
"Stay here and watch over these people. I need to make a call."
