Chapter 50

It was Contie whose expression distorted instead.

"I don't know what kind of bizarre hobby that is."

Contie stared at Carlos with cold eyes.

At his father, who was hunched over with his muscular back, knitting with his large, calloused hands.

Even the color of the yarn was bright yellow.

"Have you finally lost your mind?"

"It was in Gwandma's wetter."

Melony subtly whispered at the refreshing mutter.

"That... was written in Mother's letter?"

Nod, nod.

"Gwandma towd Gwandpa to knit."

...Mother did?

Contie tilted his head.

Contie also knew about the existence of the letter.

He had already received and read his own letter that began with that.

He had also carefully kept and stored Sienna's letter.

With the intention of delivering it when Sienna woke up someday.

'But... that kind of content was written in that letter?'

Contie tilted his head and looked at Carlos.

"Ugh. My back..."…