"Brother Night." Eleanor's tears fell with a "pat-pat," her shoulders trembling, looking so pitiful.
Even Gustavo Yates couldn't help but glance twice.
But Mason Nightshade maintained his icy demeanor, not even sparing her a look, his brows furrowed, eyes showing impatience.
"What did you say to Aurelia?"
"What Aurelia?" Eleanor sobbed, "What happened to Sister Aurelia?"
"Eleanor, stop pretending. What exactly did you say to Aurelia?" Mason's hatred instantly cooled, his hawk-like sharp eyes seemingly piercing the soul.
"Brother Night, I don't know what you're talking about." Eleanor's inner anxiety was masked by her pitiful blinking, eyes welling up, tears about to fall.
Mason coldly lifted the corners of his lips, "You'd better confess while I still have patience. You, above anyone, know the consequences of angering me."
