It took Ben some time to calm himself down. Kevan patiently accompanied him, and even helped him unpack everything, putting the things back where they had come from.
Ben got someone to make them some hot tea before serving a full cup to Kevan.
"This is the new tea that Peighdale sent over to Old Mr. Rogers this year! It's a pity that he only drank it once …" Ben was originally introducing the tea happily when his voice grew smaller at the end, and his eyes turned red again.
Kevan took a sip. The rich and bittersweet taste engulfed his tongue, but when the tea slipped down his throat, he could savor a slight hint of sweetness. He did not like drinking tea. Compared to alcohol and coffee, which were stronger, tea was too bland for him.
But his grandpa used to drink tea like his life depended on it.
"Old Mr. Rogers always said that tea could calm the mind," Ben said through sobs as he pressed his chest with his hand. "After he passed, I've been drinking this tea relentlessly, but my heart still aches."
Kevan said nothing. He threw back the cup of hot tea. It numbed his tongue, but the ache from his heart remained unchanged.
Well, Ben was right.
Kevan put the empty cup on the table, and Ben filled it up for him again.
"I knew too … that Old Mr. Rogers had reached quite an old age, and that this would happen one day … But …" Ben shook his head and sighed heavily. "He passed without warning. When he was having dinner with Mr. Cody on the day of his death, he was quite energetic. Who knew …"
Kevan's eyelid twitched. "Cody came on the day Grandpa passed?"
"They're usually alone during those meetings," Ben replied honestly. "You're asking me this …" He had been with Roland for several years, so he was quick to notice things. "Is it because you suspect that Mr. Cody has something to do with Old Mr. Rogers' death?"
Kevan did not say anything, but his eyes confirmed it.
"I'm not trying to defend Mr. Cody …" Ben closed his room door and lowered his voice. "But Mr. Cody should be innocent in this. He came in the afternoon. After reporting about work, he ate dinner with Old Mr. Rogers. Old Mr. Rogers was still normal then, and he was still teaching Mr. Cody about how to deal with company matters. After dinner was finished, Mr. Cody left. I helped Old Mr. Rogers wash up and return to his room, and I only left after helping him lie on the bed. So, if Old Mr. Rogers did not die a natural death, the most obvious person to have harmed him would be me, and not Mr. Cody."
But Ben did not have any motive to harm Grandpa. On the other hand, he could list out several motives that Cody may have.
"I was just asking." Kevan smiled faintly. He had no intention of arguing with Ben.
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