No wonder Charlotte was badly frightened. How could such a delicate young lady bear all night watching her friend being beaten into a badly mutilated state? It was lucky that she didn't go mad from fright.
Savannah looked at Dylan, a little abstracted.
He didn't kill Edmond, not out of tenderness or pity, but because disability was more painful than death for a man.
Edmond wanted to hurt her, so he gave Edmond the worst punishment in the world.
Savannah, however, wasn't happy to be taken so seriously by him. She felt more frightened.
Once again, she realized how ruthless the man was.
If he knew she had deceived him, would he be the same cruel to her?
She shivered involuntarily.
"What's up?" Dylan took in every little movement of her.
She avoided his eyes and put her arms around his waist, murmuring, "nothing... I just can't imagine it. In fact, you don't have to do that…"
