As Lariette was caught in a daze, Mr. Eastwood stood up. While straightening his coat, he said, "My part in this is done. Ask the rest from your dear brother and husband. They should know everything by now."
Lariette was startled, "Wait!"
Her voice cracked, begging him to stay, but he ignored it. As he turned away to the door, she hastily grabbed his sleeve, her hand shaking.
"Please… please tell me this isn't true…"
Everything was enough to wreck her whole belief. How could he simply drop everything to her face and then leave? And he just told her to listen to the rest from others?
"Stop it!"
Mr. Eastwood yanked his arm free without hesitation. The force was enough to tilt Lariette's body away.
His gaze lingered on her teary face. Not even the slightest remorse glinted in his dark eyes.
Once again, his chillingly calm voice echoed in the room.
