Nicholas stood by his window rummaging through his mind. Different thoughts raced through him which included feeling bad. He missed his friends. He missed their gatherings at the club, their favourite spot.
He heaved a sigh of despair and looked away from the window as he thought of how he had allowed his weakness to cause a strain over his friendship with his friend and now he doesn't know how he was going to remedy that.
Every day that passed, he sat in his study and awaits that call from his butler announcing any of the authorities, even though Beatrice had assured him that she had sorted out the mess. He still had this fear that maybe things would go wrong and then they would change their mind and decide to make him pay for his shortcomings which he would gladly agree to, knowing h
