The Person in the Picture

On a rainy night, in Summer Castle. Nick pushed open the door of the study, with wet hair and shoulders. Callan heard the noise and suddenly turned around. There was anxiety in his deep eyes. There was a cigarette between his right index finger and middle finger. He looked a little dispirited. "How is it? Is there any news?" Nick looked down and shook his head. He could not bear to say it. "Master Handerson, maybe Third Young Mistress went into hiding. Did Madam meet her that day? Maybe Madam said something unpleasant. Third Young Mistress will be fine. If anything happens, there will be news." In theory, Nick's words were completely right. However, could people's feelings be controlled by reason? Callan couldn't be relieved if he didn't see Vannah with his own eyes. Even if Vannah was fine, maybe she was sad alone. Callan flicked the cigarette in his hand and said in a low voice, "Tell them not to stop. Don't miss any place they should pay attention to." "Yes, Master Handerson. Don't