Cynthia's POV
I actually remained sympathetic to Arther for a few minutes, but just three minutes later, someone brought tranquillisers and sleeping AIDS, entered Mr. Madison's room with a cold air and a glass of cold water, and after a while the cursing quieted down.
...... how dare I sympathized with Arther, he was such a person who revenge immediately. If he did not revenge on the spot that was only because he did not want to dirty his hands. The curses was just strong enough to almost reach downstairs, but now there was nothing, quiet like a grave.
My back chilled, standing on the wooden floor, as if roots were born under my feet, my feet could not take a step out.
Mark came out of the room, closed the door gently, saw me here, and greeted slowly, "Mrs. Madison."
He had been treat
