PAID

People who were troubled often found it hard to sleep at night.

There was an old cottage covered in layers of creeping wines in Hawford, and

sycamore trees cast eerie, swaying shadows that were both sinister and frightening outside of the cottage. It seemed that someone was speaking amid the rustling

moonlit scene. @@novelbin@@

“Sir, I don’t understand why you’re hesitating. If we can seize the Quinnells‘ fortune, surely we can take the Whitmans‘ as well.” The person who spoke was still shrouded