âWhat a day,â Wynter sighed, pulling her gaze away. Standing in the doorway, she was effectivelyblocking any chance of escape.
Her tone was casual as always. âAlright, letâs cut the act. Can someone please tell me where the key tothe cellar is?â
Fanny was now barely clinging to life. Regret was evident in her eyes. Nathan scowled, mutteringcurses at Wynter in their local dialect.@@novelbin@@
Although Wynter couldnât understand him, she wasnât st*pid. She forcefully pulled Nathan over. âYoushould know.â
Gary went berserk. âYou dare touch my grandpa! Iâll kill you!â