In the dimness of the night, John warmly greeted Benedict, who had arrived in a hurry.
But Benedict didn’t even have the composure to smile back at the welcome.
“We don’t have time. Let’s skip the pleasantries and get straight to business.”
“I agree. This way, please.”
John quickly led him to the sitting room where Bella was waiting.
Because the meeting was held in strict secrecy, the mansion’s lights were kept low, and no servants were called in.
After Bella personally poured him a cup of tea, Benedict finally caught his breath. Still, he kept rubbing his hands together, trying to calm his anxious nerves.
“I believe you can guess why I came here.”
“Is it about Sir Albert?”
At John’s guess, Benedict nodded silently. His tightly clenched jaw revealed both anger and worry.
“We can’t fall apart like this. There has to be a way to…
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