Jacob's eyes flared with fury, his jaw is so tightly clenched that the veins in his neck appeared to bulge.
As soon as Simon's name was mentioned, he exluded a extremely thick killing intent.
"Simon has imprisoned my old mother," Jacob snarled, each word grudgingly itched out between clenched teeth. "He told me, if I did not come to kill you… something terrible would happen to her."
The room fell silent. Even Mr. Hartwell, who often had a ready made plan, didn't dare utter a word.
Alex squinted his eyes, eyeing Jacob intently. His tone was measured but inquiring. "Do you know where your mother is being kept?"
Jacob shook his head, his shoulders hunched from exhaustion.
For the first time, his fierce eyes bore something else...fear.
"I don't know exactly. But… she's imprisoned in a small hut in Ashford Village. Which one, I really don't know about it."
Alex rapped his finger on the wooden board. "I can try to save your mother. But what will you do for me?"
