"But Chester Yale..." Evelyn Sherman thought of Chester Yale still standing outside, and couldn't manage to stay in bed, hastily sitting up again.
"Mom, can I go out and take a look at him? Just one look, I won't bring him ginger soup, and I won't bring him a jacket, just one look. It's so cold outside, what if he freezes..."
"Butler, lock Lady's door," Grace Yakov rose from the bed and abruptly spoke.
"I won't go!" Evelyn Sherman quickly grabbed Grace Yakov's hand, raising her hand to promise, "I'll just stay quietly in the house, I won't go out, don't lock me in."
Only with freedom could she think of a way out; being locked up would leave her without any options.
Worried that Grace Yakov would go back on her word, Evelyn Sherman quickly flipped off the quilt and turned to run out.
She ran downstairs in one breath, intending to go outside, but was stopped by the bodyguards stationed outside the living room.
"I'm just going out to take a look, none of you stop me."
