Joshua's house remained lit for the entire night.
Meanwhile, at Landry Mansion, Jim, too, was up the entire night.
The next morning, the butler delivered his breakfast to his room at 8 a m. "Master Landry, Ms. Charlotte has been shouting in the cellar for an entire night, so much so that she's lost her voice now. Aren't you... going to let her out?"
Jim narrowed his eyes but did not even glance at the food he had brought. "Let her continue staying there."
"But..." The butler appeared a little uncomfortable. "Just now, she shouted that Shelly had been kidnapped by Roanne, and she demanded that Ms. Charlotte meet her at 10 a.m. on the dot with the money she wanted.
"There are only two hours left, and if you don't let her out soon, it might be too late...
"If something bad were to happen to Shelly because of this...both you and Ms. Charlotte will be weighed down with guilt for the rest of your lives."
Jim rubbed his brows in frustration upon hearing this.
He knew that, but...
He did not feel like seeing Charlotte, not even a glance.
He did not want to see what kind of person Number-9 had become.
Jim closed his eyes and sighed. "Alright. Set her free, and prepare the money and car for her. Then, find some men to trail her and make sure nothing goes wrong."
The butler lowered his gaze. "What about you, Sir?"
Jim lowered his head to stare at his burned palm. "I'll just be watching from here."
He had placed his bare palm on a burning hot kettle a few days ago to save Charlotte from facing Luke’s wrath.
At that time, he truly cherished her beyond anything.
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