So, is it really Mr. Dickens living next door?
It makes sense—the age where he could be invited to see a cat is indeed unsuitable for a parent-child room.
Parents have their own privacy, and there might be arrangements that would be inconvenient.
Mr. Cardon Sr.'s voice wasn't loud, even gentle amidst the darkness, contrasting sharply with his actions.
Although no specific name was mentioned throughout, the doctor's words in the last sentence helped lock in the identity to a certain extent.
Lucy, who was stood up, once introduced that the reason for the ill-fated connection years ago was that Cardon was brought here by his doctor father.
The correct profession, bedside confessions, and part of a wish list... Combining these elements, the one who delivered the pillow to the bed in the middle of the night was likely Cardon's father.
Although this filial piety was a bit intense.
