Jessica can't lose her life without saving the Brown family from ruin," he muttered, his voice dark with resolve.
He left the room and headed straight to his bedroom to get himself ready for the trip to the Allen family.
~At the Allen family~
Elder Allen had remained in his bedroom since morning, not even stepping out for breakfast.
After the message last night, he had felt a sense of relief, but to protect Davis, he had to continue feigning his frailty.
As Alfred descended the grand staircase, Desmond approached him, his expression painted with concern—though deep inside, he was gloating.
"What about my father?" Desmond asked, his voice carrying just the right amount of worry.
Alfred, who had served Elder Allen for decades, knew better than to be deceived. What the Allen family never truly realized was that he wasn't just a butler but a specially assigned guard. He had witnessed all the family's internal drama firsthand.
