"But I was indeed here that day-"
"If I say it wasn't, then it wasn't -" Baron Stuart's least favorite thing was being questioned, but just as he was about to interrupt her distrust again, his sensitive ears seemed to hear hurried footsteps from the staircase.
His whole body tensed, and he instinctively pulled Emily Walker's wrist, running to a corner!
"Hiss...ok -"
"Don't make a sound!" Baron Stuart growled softly, covering Emily Walker's mouth with his other hand, not allowing her to make any noise.
As the two hid in the corner, Baron Stuart didn't notice his hand gripping Emily's injured wrist, perhaps he was too tense, and his grip on her hand gradually tightened. Under the dim moonlight, he didn't notice the cold sweat dripping from the child in his arms.
Previously, he had come to the rooftop to avoid his grandpa's surveillance, but he didn't expect his grandpa's men to find him so quickly.