Clay was dead.
At this moment, Bernice's younger son lay flat on his back on the floor, his throat slit open, blood pooled all around him, his eyes wide open.
Haywood stared at the scene, completely stunned.
Just moments before at No. 2 Cork Street, Haywood had never doubted Arthur like Mr. and Mrs. Bernice had, having witnessed Arthur's abilities, he had full confidence in them.
But this ruthless landlord had never imagined that Arthur could be this powerful.
To be able to "prophesy"!
"If it's possible, I both hope to encounter him and hope he does not encounter me."
Look at this sentence!
By that time, Lord Kledos probably had already foreseen what was going to befall Clay, yet the compassionate Lord Kledos did not give up, nor did he wish for Mr. and Mrs. Bernice to suffer this unprecedented sorrow, and therefore, he chose No. 17 Xilin Street over the much more cost-effective No. 14 Cork Street and No. 333 Russell Street.
All to save the poor Clay.
Unfortunately...
