His foresight prevented him from making a grave mistake that he might have regretted for the rest of his life.
In order to ride the wave of victory along with the Windsor family, what he had done was far from enough. He felt like he needed to do more. As such instead of going out to meet Violet and the rest of the group, he walked with great strides towards the dungeon that was located at the far end of the prison.
The last cell on the right side of the hallway was the cell where Marico was being kept. At this moment, the door to the prison cell was hanging open as if no one was concerned with Marico being able to escape.
The reason was that the warden of the prison was currently with him, thinking of the various ways he was going to torture him in. He was slowly narrating all his torture techniques that he had learnt over the years in a low but gruff voice that oozed violence and bloodlust.
