Over at the Gaskell residence, Jake rushed into the living room.
"Mr. Gaskell, Mrs. Gaskell, this is horrible!" he exclaimed, still panting.
"What is it? Calm down!" Queenie hissed, angry at him for being so panicky.
"Ms. Gaskell has been arrested by the police," said Jake.
"Our men at the police station said that she confessed to everything and is waiting for the court to deliver the death sentence."
Terence's face fell upon hearing the news, whereas the annoyance on Queenie's face faded away.
"Got it," she said.
"You may leave."
"Aren't we going to bail her out?" Jake asked weakly.
"Shut up! Don't tell us what to do!" Queenie roared.
"Also, don't tell Zyler about this."
Nothing needed to be said further. They wouldn't be bailing Amelia out.
"Okay," Jake mumbled as he bent over in a bow and left.
He'd been a butler at the Gaskell residence for over 20 years and had looked after Amelia as she grew up.
He knew that Queenie had always favored Zyler over Amelia. Nevertheless, Amelia was still Queenie's daughter.
Even animals wouldn't kill their young so simply. As someone who had watched Amelia grow up, Jake, even as a butler, felt some attachment to her.
He wondered how could Queenie, Amelia's biological mother, be so ruthless and cold-hearted.
"Do we really have to sacrifice Amelia?" Terence asked miserably as he lit the cigar in his mouth.
"Is there really no other way out of this?"
He knew about Queenie's plan.
"What's wrong? Can't let her go, can you?" Queenie asked, glancing sideways at him.
In a firm and forceful tone, she said, "I'm doing this for our family! If we don't sacrifice something, we won't be able to achieve our goal!"
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