Chapter 128 – Rainy Season (11)
Grace looked closely at the enclosed letter. In the corner of the envelope sealed with wax, there was writing in small, neat cursive.
-Mason, maybe Grace.
Grace smiled. Heck, this woman was someone who didn’t know how to stop playing. Would an ordinary person be relaxed enough to leave a letter like this in Isabella’s situation?
Even if you’re not a good person, this is what it means to be a great person.
Grace thought so and opened the letter. The wax fell off the paper, and when I took out the small letter inside and unfolded it, the same cursive writing on the envelope was revealed.
– I hope you find this letter at least an hour earlier.
Now, whether we like it or not, we have to come to a conclusion. I’m tired too. Congratulations. The one who made me like this was Mason, and Grace, who was probably reading this letter next to him. You are the first.
Of course, don’t think that I will give up on Siana easily. If we had been able to give up so easily, we wouldn’t have gone this crazy in the first place.
The introduction keeps getting longer. I guess it’s because I wrote the letter while drunk.
Anyway, if she wants to find Sianna, she better move quickly. Even I don’t know how much longer Siana can endure. Well then, I’ll stop talking more, and now I’ll give you a clue.
Grace naturally shifted her gaze to the next sentence and quietly said the written sentence out of her mouth.
“… “The place where the four of us first gathered.”
That ended the letter. I turned it over and held it up to the light just in case, but there was no hidden message revealed.
When Grace handed the completed letter to Mason, Mason began to read it carefully. Grace watched her expression change and secretly suppressed her laughter. The slightly frowning expression showing a mixture of anger and puzzlement was somewhat fun to see.
“… “The place where the four of us first gathered?”
As she repeated the words she had muttered before, brown eyes that were deep in thought looked into her own.
“If this is the place where the four of us first gathered…”
The moment Mason made eye contact with Grace, a place crossed her mind.
A strange room in the basement of the mansion.
A place where Isabella was able to enter under the accompaniment of Germaine, saying that she would let her meet Sianna.
A hug with Siana after a long time.
Her whining.
Seizure.
Injection marks.
It was such an unforgettable place that she wondered why Grace didn’t remember it.
“If… “That basement then?”
“Underground?”
Mason felt puzzled by Grace’s question.
She doesn’t remember that place?
“Well, there was that. Strange room in the basement. A grid-patterned tile floor painted in white, gray and white, and a platform placed in the exact center of the end. “Don’t you remember?”
When Mason added an explanation, Grace walked out of the room with an expression that seemed like she had finally remembered.
“Let’s move quickly.”
There was no need to say anything to Mason. She stood up so quickly that I didn’t know where she got that strength, pushed past her Grace, and headed towards the stairs. She repeatedly called out Germain’s name for her help.
So, Mason said, as if she still didn’t understand and didn’t see those golden eyes looking at her.
Grace ran after Mason, who was busy going down the stairs. She quickly went down several floors and when she reached the first floor, Mason called out Germain, and soon she was guided by other capital investigators and was able to find Germain.
“… Did you find it? “Miss Mason.”
The old butler of the mansion looked very distressed. The fatigue and fear were evident on her face, but it was not because of a problem for which she was responsible. To be precise, it was a fear of disappointment. She worries about the hatred Mason may have for her, and the disillusionment she feels with herself. His weak eyes faced Mason with difficulty.
“Germain. The room in the basement at that time. You have to go in there. Siana is there.”
“Siana… “Do you mean sheep?”
A bit of doubt flashed across his heavy expression. Mason quickly shook his head, and Grace stood behind her in silence.
“You know, that strange room. The place the uncle guided me to at that time. “You’re not going to say you don’t know, are you?”
Germain shook her head.
“… You know she can’t do that. I will accompany you if you need me. “Are you okay?”
Germain’s eyes turned to Grace, who nodded to the investigators waiting behind her. The investigators left immediately, and under Mason’s urgent urging, the three began moving again.
It was Germaine’s words that broke the silence of the group moving in silence.
“… “Are you sure Miss Siana is underground?”
“Isabella wrote it in her letter. “Siana is underground.”
Grace frowned at those words. Although it wasn’t written that way in her letter, the anticipation and urgency in her voice made it difficult for even her to break the pain of labor.
And, even if I say it, it doesn’t seem like she’ll hear anything.
She thought and glanced at Mason. At first glance, her expression seemed bright, with hope showing in her desperate young eyes.
But the more Grace watched her expression, and the closer she got to the underground room, the more uneasy she felt.
Grace had outstanding talents in many ways, and she had deep confidence in those talents.
However, if she had to choose the talent she trusted most deeply, it would definitely be-
“Here we are.”
What brought Grace out of her thoughts was a voice echoing through the hallways of Germain. Only then did Grace realize that they had reached the basement, and that they had reached the underground room that Mason had been talking about.
The hallway became darker, the cold air surrounding my body. And the huge door in front of me was taller than the hallway on the upper floor, giving me an idea of the size of the room.
Only then did Grace become convinced.
Kwii Iik-
A door that opens very smoothly for its size. And Mason is ready to jump in at any moment.
Grace was conflicted.
Should I stop her?
Or should she just let herself find out?
When Grace, who was lost in thought for a split second, raised her head, all she could hear was the echo of footsteps quickly chasing Mason.
“Germain.”
“Yes. “Miss Grace.”
“Go up right now and call people. Two investigators, and a stretcher.”
“Yes?”
“You heard me. It’s urgent.”
Although his face was full of puzzlement and embarrassment, Germain went straight up the stairs.
She was nervous. No matter how much she was, she couldn’t guess what was inside or what would happen. However, Grace could say one thing with certainty.
Her memory has never once betrayed her master, and she has never doubted her own memory.
And now her memory kept reminding her that she had never been to this place.
So.
Siana, Mason, Isabella, and myself.
We have never gathered in one place before.
Mason ran down the long hallway, groping vigorously to shake off the ominous feel of the place. Just being in this place made her so drugged that she thought she was dreaming, and she still had visions of Sianna begging to escape her pain as she had visions of being abused by Isabella.
It was clear in her mind.
Monotonous white wallpaper everywhere, lights on the walls obsessively spaced at regular intervals, and a gray and white chessboard-like floor.
She ran with all her heart and only looked ahead. The ledge, which could be said to be a platform, at the center of the end of her room, and the large bed that would be placed on top of it, got closer little by little.
Soon, Mason arrived at the end of her platform and his steps gradually slowed down.
A pure white bed shining in the weak light of an electric light, underneath the pure white bedding covered on it.
I could see the disheveled gray hair shining darkly in the light of the electric lamp.
Gray hair.
It was Siana’s hair color.
However, she cannot move her steps easily.
She couldn’t easily reach out because she thought it was just a vain mirage created by a delusion that had gone crazy again.
So she listens.
A steady breathing sound was heard.
She moves closer and places her slow, trembling hand on the tip of her forehead.
I felt warmth.
Slowly. Very slowly, he extends her hand and pulls down the blanket covering her face.
And I take a close look at Siana.
Siana with gray hair.
She was obviously as dry as a bare tree branch, but what kind of miracle was it? She quickly gained weight in a healthy way.
The dark shadows under her eyes and dull skin are as clean and shiny as ever.
Siana with somewhat artificial gray hair, with a few red hairs visible.
Sianna has freckles on her face that she has never seen before, and there are no traces of old wounds on her wrists, which she found after groping through the blanket.
Mason feels her blood run cold and pulls down the white blanket completely. A piece of paper on the blanket that she had not seen falls to the floor, fluttering in the wind.
The handwriting on the letter she picked up with great difficulty, holding on to her dizzy spirit, was Isabella’s handwriting.
-Think carefully. This is not where we met.
Laughter is heard from far away. It continues to grow larger and soon, as if smiling right next to your ear.
-I’m disappointed, sister.
After that, I couldn’t remember much about her.
It seems like she jumped into the bed and tried to strangle Jennifer while she was sleeping.
