"I HOPE the heir can change his grace' mind over this. What I said to you were all facts. I know abducting you was a severe crime, but with the kids beside me, how am I going to ask for your help?" Owell's eyes on the right remained staring at his face, while the other was busily rolling towards another direction. That was the first thing that Jeffrey noticed. Next was the rotten smell surrounding Owell's body.

He's sick.

He's a man at his wit's end.

Strangely, Jeffrey couldn't feel a threatening aura in his body. He must be honest. Or Jeffrey hoped he is. He had already ran out...