"Silas? Did something happen to Silas?"
Ayla, who was heartbroken just a moment ago, felt her heart skip in excitement reached up to wipe away the tears pooling down her face.
The man paused, a flicker of disappointment flashing through her eyes.
That punk wasn't dead?
Bummer.
Nevertheless, he slipped a hand into his pocket and swore solemnly, "It doesn't matter who it is. I'll help you hide whatever body you have to hide."
Ayla was rendered speechless. So speechless she wasn't even sad anymore about the impending death of Misha Bush.
Come to think of it, he was her husband's friend and had been nice to her all this while.
Surely, if she asked him to step in to help a wrongly accused child, he would… right?
But then again, she shook the thought out of her head.
He wouldn't agree to that. The nation had practically turned its back on Ariel Wells, and anyone trying to side with her or even see reason was treated as an enemy.
