"So Shane's words... were all in vain, weren't they?" Stanhope Brown's voice was still rich and mellow, very light in tone... There was no hint of blaming Grace Gordon at all, as light as flowing water.
"Hibernate? Hold on?" Grace laughed softly, her laughter with tears like broken beads, "How can I hold on... my own sister! My sister was killed by that beast in there! I'm going in to kill him!"
Grace said and wanted to rush in.
"The private room is ready..." Christopher came over and said to Stanhope.
Stanhope held Grace and lifted her horizontally.
"Let go of me! Let go!" Grace screamed.
Christopher had tactfully opened the door to the private room, and Stanhope carried Grace inside.
Naturally, Lewis Yale and William Morgan heard the commotion, but when they opened the door, there was no sign of Stanhope and Grace.