As soon as the words left my mouth, I regretted them. I shouldn't have rubbed salt in Anya's wounds like that.

Arton had already opened two coconuts, handing one to Hana and another to Anya.

"I'm sorry," I said sincerely.

Anya shook her head. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she said, "It's not your fault, Mrs. Chloe."

Then she continued, and Hana continued to translate for me.

"It's because, one day, the person who robbed that crate of goods appeared before Navi and recognized my father.