She hadn't eaten or drunk anything for two days and hadn't spoken at all. When she finally spoke, her voice was as hoarse as torn ragged cloth.
Baron Lawrence had never seen her so disheveled, but thinking about what she did to Enna Clark, the furrowed brows slowly relaxed.
The staff responsible for guarding Skye Lawrence said perceptively, "Young Master Lawrence, I'll leave you two to talk. I'll step out."
After stepping out, he didn't forget to close the door.
Suddenly, only Baron Lawrence and Skye Lawrence were left in the room!
The room was less than 15 square meters. Compared to before, even the bathrooms in places Skye lived were bigger than this room, not to mention the shabby chairs and the pitifully small single bed. Maybe for her, being confined here was already a punishment.
Baron Lawrence circled around her, walked to the only chair, and sat down.
