"The assassins were trying to kill her, but I managed to bring her here."
Although her condition was serious and she was in dire need of a doctor, Ethan's eyes did not hold an ounce of compassion. The blood dripping from her wounds soon formed a puddle underneath her.
"I am not… scared to die… How can… I dare hope… to live… after doing… such a… horrible thing? I only… ask that… you let me… die in front… of my Mistress…"
"Do you have any right to stand before her?"
Ethan's piercing, cold voice caused shivers to run down the spines of the servants. Mona looked like she was on the verge of death as she silently shook her head.
"John."
"Yes, Master."
Ethan's voice lowered an octave.
He had just heard that Scarr's residence was surrounded by the Consort's assassins. He had planned to lure the Consort to the bamboo grove, so he had been negligent about the security at Scarr's home. This ultimately came back to bite him.
