Alaric, for his part, didn't spare Yngrid a single glance. Once the apology was given, Winston wasted no time—he knew better than to linger. Fearing that the night might take an unexpected turn, he quickly ushered Yngrid away.
Just before they left, Emerald caught a glimpse of the faint marks around Yngrid's ankles, barely concealed beneath her skirt.
If her guess was right, Yngrid had been imprisoned for the past few days.
Good.
A woman like her—a lunatic—was best kept restrained. Left unchecked, she'd lose control again sooner or later.
As she watched the two figures disappear into the night, Emerald let out a sigh.
"A marriage like that… is just another form of torture."
Alaric scoffed. "She brought it on herself."
Recalling how Yngrid had once tried to scheme against Alaric, Emerald couldn't help but chuckle. "Yeah… By the way, has Ariza contacted you?"
"She's hiding overseas, but people like her don't last long once the money runs out. Don't worry, I'll find her soon."
