Chapter 241 Lesson Taught

Yarra's eyes, which had long been devoid of light, welled up with tears. She dared not cry out loud. The note read "you guys," not just "you." This subtle distinction implied that Wynter had caught on to her hint and noticed the cellar. Standing by the bed, her heart raced. "My sister asked you to get a bag. Why are you taking so long?" Gary scowled impatiently. "What are you looking at?" Yarra's scalp tingled, and she suddenly grabbed his hand. "Help me get out. Save me..." "Another episode of madness," Gary scoffed as he snatched the bag away. He rummaged through it, finding nothing but a box of silver needles and a piece of paper. "She looks wealthy. Didn't expect her to be so poor," Gary remarked with a pout. Yarra breathed a sigh of relief. She admired Wynter's boldness and attention to detail. She wrote in Eranian, and not Scandonese, probably to avoid detection. Gary was academically hopeless. He couldn't even understand simple words in Elmstian. Others didn't even gra