Chapter 105 Hundred And Five

• Jane Astor was crying profusely in front of me. The pain reflected in her moist and bloodshot eyes seemed too genuine. Either she was a spectacular actress or a helpless mother. I couldn’t decide which one it was without asking Desmond’s opinion.
• “Let’s suppose you’re telling the truth,” I started. “But you’re not locked anymore. There is an army of servants in the manor and regular visitors. Why did you never try to ask for help from anyone?”
• “I didn’t expect this question from you. Even though you and your family live far away, Benedict has eyes on your every move. So, think how much information he must keep about me. He keeps track of my every step and breath. All my actions always get immediately reported to him. How can I_”