Too Late

Even though Percival was sick, his grip was still strong as he clenched Oliver’s collar, the veins on the back of his hand bulging. The force was enough to strangle someone if aimed at the neck.

Oliver found it hard to breathe, more from fright than anything else.

“Why didn’t you keep an eye on her, letting someone take her away!” Percival’s jaw clenched, his eyes nearly splitting with rage, tears rimming his eyes like a dying prisoner struggling for life.

Oliver, watching Percival shake violently, felt his legs turn to jelly. He would have collapsed if Percival hadn’t been holding onto his collar.

“Where did they take her? I need to find her.”

Oliver shook his head, took a deep breath, and said, “It’s no use, Boss. She was taken away by her brother.”

“Are you talking about Benedict?”

Oliver replied with difficulty, “Yes.”

“Benedict? What right does he have? He never cared for Eulalia. He insulted her, hit her; he has no right to take her away!”

Oliver couldn’t help but laugh hearing