Yuna Sullivan's words were a stark reminder to Master Lockwood—a reminder of what a fool he had been all these years, how utterly blind to have been deceived for so long.
It would be a lie to say his heart didn't ache. It took every ounce of his strength just to remain standing here, facing this venomous viper of a woman...
Only after the captains had searched every room did they finally withdraw.
All the servants stood silently in the room, not daring to make a sound, while on the floor, a woman lay half-sprawled, weeping inconsolably.
Julius Lockwood sat on the sofa, his hand gripping his cane tightly. He waved, gesturing for the servants to throw the woman out.
"No! Master Lockwood, I know I was wrong! You can't throw me out! You can't!" Yuna Sullivan cried out in anguish.
As if he hadn't heard a thing, Julius Lockwood used his cane to push himself up. He walked toward the stairs with heavy steps, each one making him seem utterly desolate and pitiable.
