Chapter 707

Chapter 707

On a beautiful island in Galston, there was an old European castle on top of the hill.

Sylvia was inside the castle , sitting before a ceiling -to wall window with her wood sculpture.

Aunt Tonya was knitting beside her.

Suddenly, rhythmic footsteps sounded from the door. Aunt Tonya had a glance and said to Sylvia, “Syl, he’s here.”

She bolted up and stood before Sylvia.

Sylvia turned to the door and saw Thomas.

He wore a light-colored shirt that loosely draped over his slender figure. He wore a smile as he walked over.

Seeing Aunt Tonya in front of Sylvia, Thomas’ gaze turned cold but he kept his polite smile and said, “Aunt Tonya, can | have the

room? | want to have a word with Sylvia.”

Aunt Tonya wore a cautious look and refused to budge.

Sylvia shot a gaze at her and said, “It’s okay. It’s just a talk, he won't do anything to me.”

It had been half a month since she was imprisoned in this

castle by Thomas and he did nothing to her.

Aunt Tonya begrudgingly left the room.

After Aunt Tonya left, Thomas smiled at her. “Where have you been this morning? | didn’t see you.”

Sylvia averted his gaze and coldly said, “Where else can | go? | went for a walk around the castle.”

“You didn’t see anyone?”

“No.”

“Didn't talk to anyone?”

“No.”

Slam!

He slammed a handkerchief on the floor.

Sylvia saw the bloodstained handkerchief on the ground. There was also a severed finger with a golden ring on it. Her face

turned pale and staggered backward in fear. She looked at Thomas in horror and asked, “Whose finger is this?”

Thomas’ gaze remained soft as he explained , “You just spoke to him in the morning. Have you forgotten?” Sylvia thought of the

gardener in the garden. She recalled the gardener had a golden ring on one of his fingers, but she just had a chat with him! She

just asked

him about the castle and nothing else. She did not even ask him to help her leave the island!

Her face was as pale as paper. Horrified, she stared at him and asked, “What did you do to him?”

He said with a terrifying smile, “Don’t worry. | just cut off two of his fingers.”

Sylvia shook uncontrollably. Two fingers? The gardener relied on his hands to make a living and yet he cut off the man’s fingers!

“Thomas, you're a freaking psycho!” she scolded.

Thomas giggled. It sounded helpless for some reason.

“It’s you who has been a bad girl,” he said as he walked closer to her and stroked her pale face. “You promised to live with me

but ever since you came here, you have been planning your escape.”

Sylvia’s gaze shrunk in fear. “I didn’t!”

“You really think | don’t know what you're thinking?”

Sylvia pursed her lips. She wore a frosty look that rejected his presence.

It had been half a month and she had been showing the same frosty look at him every day. Thomas’ gaze turned cold. “Why

can’t you live a life with me here? Am | not good enough?”

Sylvia inhaled deeply and said as she met his eyes,“ Thomas, you used Melanie and Tara to put me and Odell through hell. Not

only did you hurt Grandma, but you've also committed crimes. How can | live a life with you?!”

He frowned. “I just want to live with you. | didn’t think of hurting Grandma.”