Miss President wants to talk to you

A few seconds later, the current stopped.

The doctor stepped forward to examine the patient.

"Death confirmed."

Giuseppe Zangara is dead.

Eleanor stared calmly at Zangara's charred corpse.

"idiot."

He thought to himself, "Rossf's trump card is none other than your grandfather, me."

Chapter 65: No One Will Sleep Tonight

The room was eerily quiet.

Zangara finally shut up completely.

The warden wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, as if he had finally gotten rid of a troublesome person.

The prison guards also breathed a sigh of relief.

No one sympathized with Zangara.

Such people are repulsive when alive, and even when they die, they only make people feel that the air is a little cleaner.

Eleanor turned off the switch, and Louise walked to his side.

"how do you feel?"

Eleanor thought for a moment.

"So-so," he said.

I wasn't exactly happy, nor did I feel any guilt about killing him.

It was very ordinary.

Like stepping on an ant on the roadside.

At this moment, the warden cautiously walked over.

"Ms. Hayley, Mr. Hopkins, today's executive report..."

Louise said calmly, "Write it according to the normal procedure."

The warden immediately understood.

"Yes."

The fact that Eleanor personally pulled the switch will not appear in any official records.

Newspapers will only report that the murderer, Giuseppe Zangara, was executed by electrocution today in accordance with the law.

……

After the execution, Eleanor and Louise returned to the White House.

It was already evening.

Louise had other things to attend to, so Eleanor went to the president's living room alone.

In fact, on the way back, Eleanor could feel a strong sense of sadness spreading through her heart.

This hasn't happened for a long time.

Xiao Fu is probably crying secretly again.

I need to go and see for myself.

Upon arriving at the door of the living room, the duty officer saw him and immediately saluted.

"Mr. Elinor!"

“Is the President inside?” Eleanor asked.

"Here I am."

Eleanor pushed open the door and went inside.

The main light in the room was not on.

Rosef sat by the window, her back to the door, her wheelchair quietly parked in the shadows.

Eleanor stood in the doorway, not speaking immediately.

Rosef had already heard his footsteps.

She turned around, revealing a face streaked with tears.

She had clearly been crying for a long time.

When she saw Eleanor come in, Rosef instinctively tried to wipe away her tears.

The more he wiped, the more disheveled he became, and in the end he simply turned his face away.

"You're back?"

She said sullenly.

Eleanor didn't rush to answer; instead, she walked over to her and handed her a handkerchief.

Rosef took the handkerchief and lowered her head to wipe her tears.

"When did you find out?" Eleanor asked.

“I’ve always known.”

Rosef said, "Although the newspaper didn't mention the date, and Aunt Louise didn't want to tell me, I just need to keep an eye on you."

"On the day of the execution, she will definitely take you to the scene."

"When I realized that the two of you had disappeared at the same time, I knew it must be today."

"and"

Rosef sniffed, her voice still slightly choked.

“I could sense that there was a moment before when you suddenly became very angry.”

“You rarely have this kind of emotion, something must have happened.”

Eleanor listened in silence.

Don't be fooled by Rosef's seemingly silly demeanor; she's just not obviously smart.

This analysis is well-reasoned and based on solid evidence, hitting the nail on the head.

It's obvious that their backup, hidden intelligence has been activated.

"Eleanor, what happened?"

Rosef looked up. "What were you angry about?"

"It's nothing really."

Eleanor shook his head and said, "The murderer said some crazy things before he died, but it's okay, I shut him up."

"Oh."

Rosef lowered her head, hesitating for a long time before finally asking, "What did he look like when he died?"

"He died like a dog."

Eleanor bluntly stated, "I told her that President Rosef would succeed, while he was destined to be nailed to the pillar of shame."

He seemed very unconvinced by what I said, but I didn't give him a chance to refute it.

So how should I put it?

"He must have died with his eyes wide open in disbelief, right?"

Upon hearing this, Rosef guessed that Eleanor must be hiding something from her.

After all, he didn't explain why he was angry at all.

why?

Rosef thought to herself that Eleanor wouldn't bring up topics like success or the pillar of shame for no reason.

It's roughly said that before he died, the murderer said something about Rosef failing and that he would be treated as a hero.

Eleanor was worried that she would be upset if she heard it, so she kept it to herself.

There's really no need for that.

"You can tell me directly," Rosef thought.

She's no longer the kind of child who can't handle anything.

"...Thank you, Eleanor."

Rosef suddenly whispered.

"what?"

Eleanor was completely confused. Had he just said something to thank her for?

"I said, thank you for being there!"

Rosef wiped away her tears and forced a smile.

"That murderer must have said something really offensive, otherwise you wouldn't be so angry!"

Eleanor paused for a moment, then couldn't help but laugh.

You guessed it!

Miss Rosef is a little too clever tonight.

At this moment, Eleanor could feel that the sadness that had been building up in his chest was beginning to slowly dissipate.