He suddenly realized something.
Something extremely small, yet deadly enough.
Arthur never mentioned the coronation ceremony from start to finish, nor did he talk about the security plan's breach.
He only told Pinkerton that his father had been suspended by the Home Office for investigation.
This thought was like ice water pouring down on his head, and Pinkerton's breathing instantly became erratic.
His throat felt as if something was stuck, the sound bumped inside his chest, but couldn't come out.
Arthur finally looked up, his gaze free from anger, nor was there a victorious smile.
He was just someone who already knew the ending, watching the other person personally uncover the last fig leaf.
The spark in the pipe completely extinguished, leaving only a faint puff of blue smoke lazily spreading out inside the carriage.
