Chapter 97 Woman, Why Aren’t You Here Yet

• Nathan stood there brooding, his face dark. Tall and lean, he carried a natural pressure with him. Those sword-straight brows and bright eyes were now drawn tight, a deadly chill flashing in them that made anyone looking his way flinch.
• The servant who’d just come to handle the meds had to be someone trusted in the house.
• Otherwise, with Old Mr. Quille aware there’s a mole in the Quille residence, she would never have gotten into his ward.