He simply walked towards her quietly, not as if he was sneaking around with a hidden agenda, judging by the way the dark figure walked.


    Without waiting for Vivian to say anything, the man sat sideways on the edge of the bed, “I knew you were awake.”


    Something about that figure had seemed familiar to me just then, and sure enough, it was Issac.


    Vivian didn’t say anything, but tensed up, a little wary of him.


    “Does it still hurt?”


    He asked in a soft voice.


    The tone was not as harsh as it had been that moment in the basement.


    At that, Vivian didn’t know how to take it.


    It would be a lie to say it didn’t hurt.


    Issac was a trained man, and he had kicked her as hard as he could, as if she were an enemy, and had nearly killed her.


    Even after a few hours, Vivian still felt sore at the touch.


    “I’m sorry.”


    Issac apologised sincerely, “Bought you a bottle of salve, wipe it on yourself.”


    He ced the bottle of salve on the bedside and fell back into the silence of the dark night.


    Vivian had mixed emotions and didn’t know what attitude to take towards Issac.


    After a long hesitation, she asks, “You didn’t mean to kidnap Morris?”


    It urred to her that in the basement, Issac had said that it was not his intention to force her toe here.


    That meant that someone was behind it.


    “You’d believe me if I said no?”


    Issac asked after a moment of silence.


    Vivian understood Issac’s meaning and then asked, “What did they mean by kidnapping Morris and making mee here?”


    “It’s not clear.”


    “Am I going to die?”


    “Probably not die.” Issac wasn’t sure either, and naturally couldn’t give Vivian a definitive answer.


    “The man behind you, the head of the Mafia?”


    “I don’t know.”


    “You don’t know, or you don’t want to talk about it?”


    “I don’t know.”


    Issac told the truth.


    He didn’t know.


    The simple conversation, Vivian asking a lot of questions without getting any definite answers, left her heart hanging high and made her more and more anxious.


    The bedroom, dimly lit, was quiet with one person lying and the other sitting.


    It was quiet enough to hear the footsteps of the patrol outside and the swish of the leaves as the night breeze caressed them.


    When Vivian saw that Issac would not leave, she could only breathe evenly, trying to get Issac to leave so that she could rescue Morris.


    But Issac knew exactly what she was thinking.


    “This ce is heavily guarded, with a world ss security system, it’s going to be hard to get Morris out of here.” He reached for the cigarettes in his pocket, pulled one out and lit it, snapping the lighter to life and lighting it.Material ? of N?velDrama.Org.


    The darkened room suddenly lit up and Vivian opened her eyes to see Issac’s slightly tired side.


    She had shed him across the face with her ne, and even six monthster, the scar was still visible, like a hideous centipede.


    He took a hard drag on his cigarette and puffed another faint puff out of his nose, causing a whiff of nicotine to linger in the room.


    “It doesn’t matter if you and Morris broke up for real or fake. If you want to live, you’d better cut that off.”


    Issac warned kindly.


    This is where Vivian struggles the most.


    If Issac had tried to set her up, as he had done to Morris, she could have hated Issac with a passion.


    But the fact that Issac was still in love with her and would defend her at every turn made her struggle with hating him and not hating him, even if it was painful.


    “I told you, his men are watching my family, and if I don’t get Morris out, they’re going to do it to my family.”


    Vivian bit down on that reasoning.


    “I’ve sent someone to your old home and those men have been quietly disposed of.” Issac said, slowly turning his head sideways and gazing at Vivian.


    The room was dark, as Issac had a cigarette on her lips and took a puff, the cigarette emitting a bright red starburst that reflected her sad face.


    “I don’t believe a word you say.”


    Vivian hadn’t expected Issac to be so quick to act, and in a sh of inspiration, added, “Unless, unless you can let me go and I’ll rush back to protect my parents myself.”


    The words came out like a stone thrown into a deep pool with no ripple.


    Vivian waited for Issac to answer, but he didn’t say anything after a long wait.


    Just when she was about to question him, Issac flicked the ashes from his cigarette, took another drag, and with the butt in his mouth, said, “Vivian, you’re not being very nice anymore.”


    Misbehaving?


    Why did she sound like a pet.


    “If you take one step away from the castle, I’ll get Morris killed immediately,” he warned again.


    With that statement, Issac didn’t wait for Vivian to say anything back as he got up and left.


    As he reached the door and turned to close it, he cautioned, “Don’t try to save Morris. as I said, this ce is walled in, so unless you have the ability to fly and disappear, it’s a fool’s errand.”


    There was a click.


    The door mmed shut.


    Silence returned to the room.


    Viviany on the bed as if she had lost her breath, desperate.


    From what Issac had said, she shouldn’t be able to do anything to Morris today.


    She should still have a chance.


    Another two hours passed, at 3. 30am.


    Vivian unlocked the door to her room, went to the balcony, took a look outside to see that there was no patrol, avoided the surveince, and leapt down to the ground floor.


    Crossing a road, Vivian concealed herself in the grass, then headed everywhere carefully towards the building to the east.


    Five minutester, she made her way to the first floor of the eastern building and entered the study.


    Trent had given Vivian a map of the area before she arrived, and she found the study from memory.


    She turned on one of theputers in the study and scrambled to crack the system.


    As Issac had said, the ce was heavily guarded and there were enhanced security systems, so it took Vivian half an hour to get into the system.


    By now, she was sweating profusely.


    She used herputer to secretly contact Trent and send him the exact location of Morris, then turned off the security system in the castle before leaving the study.


    Vivian then returned to the room where she was resting.


    Fortunately, no one noticed that she had left.


    Vivian theny in bed, quietly waiting for Trent to rescue her.


    Although Vivian wants to help, the situation is unclear, she is still unsure of Morris’ reasons for breaking up with her, and she always feels that Morris is setting things up.


    If she is reckless, she will ruin the n.


    It would be better to give Trent the information, and Trent would know what to do with the rest.


    Time, at the moment, seemed incredibly long.


    Vivian watched, almost with open eyes, as the darkness turned to light outside the window.


    She never heard from Trent.


    At half past six in the morning, Vivian woke up.


    When she came downstairs, she saw Issac in the hall.


    “Did you wash up?” Issac was sitting on the sofa, looking at the newspaper.


    Vivian nodded.


    “That’s good,e over for dinner.” Issac put down the newspaper and led Vivian to the dining room.


    A rich western meal was prepared for breakfast and Issac handed her a ss of milk, “Drink it, and when you’re done, take you to an acquaintance.”


    To be continued……