C173 Those Hooligans Have Appeared.(1)

The old butler stood at the bottom of the staircase, his gaze fixed intently on the woman halfway up the stairs. Although initially taken aback by her lack of a white dress, it was of little consequence. All that mattered was that she was suffering.

Surely, she was in agony now. Was she contemplating a leap?

Jump, jump, jump!

The wretched woman, she should have been dead long ago