Looking back, aside from Rufus Swallow's initial video, he actually had no idea how Sherry White spent those three years in Africa.
If she could move in and out of the tribe, then it wasn't like what he had imagined, being imprisoned in a hospital the entire time.
He slowly exhaled, his gaze fixed on the report sent from the laboratory on his computer screen.
If things really were as he thought, then Sherry White's three years were probably far from simple.
His gaze darkened.
In that case, he couldn't let her come out even more.
It was a rare sunny winter day in London.
Trenton Smith had already gone to work, and Norris Moore slept until late morning, then went downstairs for a breakfast that was several hours late.
After propping her face in her hands and finishing her porridge, Norris turned to the servant and said, "Go get the clothes I bought yesterday. I'm going to take them to Ava later."
