Inside the house, Robert sat comfortably on his seat, switching to the cameras outside where he could see Maxwell standing there, appearing to be in a daze.
After a while, he scrunched up his nose and began to call out, "Maxwell? You're not ignoring me now, are you?"
"Did you have a stroke? No, that's impossible. I'm told you're in the best physical health for someone your age, so that rules out the possibility of a stroke."
"Did you collapse then? Not at all, since I can see you standing with the protestors. So why go mute all of a sudden?"
"You're a man, don't overreact. You won't be the first to lose a child, nor will you be the last."
"And don't you worry, Kensington. I'll send someone there to retrieve the body parts. I'm many things, but I'm not heartless enough to let her body be eaten by wild animals."
"I'm going to kill you," came a sharp growl from Maxwell's end, but Robert only smiled, shaking his leg in excitement.
