In Lady Marian's room, Arthur, Alberts, and Malz looked at Gilt who rushed in. On the floor lay Lady Marian and Lamit, who had long been tied up and gagged.
The muzzle of the firearm in Malz's hand was still smoking.
Gilt was initially stunned, then asked in a confused tone.
"What happened?"
"Why did you tie up Lamit and Lady Marian?"
The voice of the younger son of the lord gradually rose, but his steps moved backward step by step. However, outside the door in the corridor, the old butler, Young Master Fengter, and Andy had already been waiting there.
Yet, this younger son of the lord did not panic; he still intended to say something more.
Obviously, he had not given up yet.
But Arthur was no longer willing to wait.
He spoke before anyone else could.
"Enough, enough!"
"Your father has already told me how you pushed him down the stairs and then conspired with Lady Marian to kill him—look, your father is right beside you watching you!"
