Repair It

Lucille was stunned when she heard the door being locked. She walked over and tried to turn the handle. It didn't budge. Outside the door, Madam Louisa, who had completed her task, coughed softly. "Mr. Joseph, Mrs. Collins, it's a lucky day. You should rest early. As for the lock, it seems to be broken. I'll ask someone to come and repair it early tomorrow morning. You'll have to endure it for today." After that, her footsteps quickly faded away. The corners of Lucille's eyes twitched. The lock was broken. Couldn't they have come up with a better excuse? "What should we do?" Lucille looked at Joseph and asked, "Do you have any ideas on how to get out?" "Let me have a look," Joseph replied. He calmed down before walking to the window and pulled open the curtains to take a look. The window was locked and could not be pushed open whatsoever. Smashing the window was out of the question. It was bulletproof, and they wouldn't be able to leave a dent. Besides, everything in the room that coul