Charlie River just told the news to Thomas Shannon, when suddenly there was the sound of screeching brakes, tearing through the skyline.
The next second, Edward Benson, with a sullen expression, stepped into the room.
Thomas Shannon, holding Harry, sat on the sofa, flipping through a document in his hand. Hearing the footsteps and the cautious greetings from the servant, he looked up.
Their gazes met in the sky.
Edward Benson, with a look full of hostility, strode towards him, grabbed his collar with one hand, and lifted him off the sofa without saying a word.
Three gloomy words squeezed out from between his teeth, laced with anger and coldness: "Where's Isla?"
Thomas Shannon frowned. Did he know?
Thomas Shannon's reaction, in Edward Benson's eyes, made it even more certain that Thomas was hiding Isla and concealing the matter.
"Thomas Shannon, where is Isla?!"
Edward Benson roared, his fists clenched so tightly that the joints cracked, and he swung them fiercely at him.
