"Lord Cromwell! Lord Cromwell!!" Elena's voice rang out as her hands pounded on the door.
"Karen!!" Demelza's voice followed.
Inside, Cromwell stood and faced the door where the hands were pounding on.
"Looks like we have visitors." He smirked, then turned back to his son who was standing at a spot with wide eyes and a heavy breath.
The b****y sword was still in his hand and his gaze was on Karen who was still on the floor, crying out with her hands on her thigh.
The blood was already all over her fingers and was trickling down to the floor.
"You didn't do exactly what I told you to do, Ishaan, but either ways, I think this is enough." He patted Ishaan's shoulders.
The boy's wide eyes were still on Karen's form and his breath was still heavy.
"Now go to your mother. Go on." Cromwe
