Chapter 73: Eira's Diary
Marion's chair scraped across the floor as one of the men shoved her into it, tying her wrists tightly to the armrests with rough, scratchy rope.
Her ankles were bound to the chair legs; she was completely restricted.
She looked up, meeting Henry's eyes without any kind of intimidation or fear.
"Heh!" she laughed.
Seeing Eira's father acting so desperate in front of her, she couldn't hold it anymore. It was amazing.
At this moment, Marion knew that Eira had already won.
Henry stood in the center of the room, his arms crossed, watching as his men finished securing her.
His face was impassive, but Marion saw the tension in his jaw, the way his fingers twitched slightly.
"Is this your grand plan, Henry?" she asked. "Bring a gang of hired thugs to tie up an old woman? Pathetic."
Henry stepped forward, his polished shoes clicking against the wooden floor. "You don't know when to keep quiet, do you?"
