Edward Stephens said, "I simply let him suffer the punishment he deserved. In all these years, following him, haven't you witnessed enough people dying by his hands?"
"...That was my fault."
"Your fault?"
"It was supposed to be me who died." She pressed her pale lips together, her voice so low as if it would be blown away by the wind, "...If I had died back then, none of this would have happened."
Edward Stephens replied coldly, "Charlotte Smith, stop aiding the wicked. He's killed so many people. Even in death, he should die in prison."
"He doesn't have long to live." She said anxiously, "Young master, he won't do anything anymore, please let him go..."
Edward Stephens interrupted her, "How can you guarantee that if I release him, he won't come after Daisy and me again?"
"..." Charlotte was stunned.
A flash of despair crossed her face, and she remained silent for a long time.
