Goodbye, My Love

Jane, taken aback, quickly sought refuge behind a bystander, poking her head out to point at the raving Keely. She implored, “Carl, look at her! Keely has definitely gone mad. She has lost her sanity. She needs to be confined! What’s the point of shipping her abroad and forgetting about her? What if she somehow finds her way back? How will we handle that?”

Carl hesitated upon hearing her words. Jane did make some sense.

After all, they had confined Keely to prison once before, and yet she had escaped and created chaos. Given her current erratic mental state, who could predict if she might spiral further and return to torment

Marco and Loraine?

Despite Jane’s passionate persuasion, Carl wore a frown and chose to disregard her. Fortunately, just then, Marco emerged with Loraine cradled in his arms.

Even though Loraine was uninjured, she had been severely frightened by the prior events. Despite her insistence that she was alright, Marco remained wary and chose to carry her.

Carl immediately approached, relaying Jane’s proposition with an expression of deep concern. He queried, “Sir, what’s

at Keely, his face void of any

already, and now his patience had run its course. He harbored no

silence in this moment seemed to imply implicit approval

face blanched, and she stepped back, her laugh laden with

A ‘s L

truly going to agree with her and consign me

her a second thought once her downfall was complete. Jane might even harbor resentment and vent her frustrations on her

Powell family’s privileges.

seething with anger, she was not shocked

unbearable

could this man be exceedingly tender towards one woman