Chapter 97

Arabella's point of view.

"You weren't yourself at the table, did you find anything fishy?" Wymond asked me, we've retired to our room -the room Jones prepared for us.

There was a long pause as I was wearing a beauty facial mask when he asked the question, I quickly climbed onto the bed when I'm done and pulled the blanket up to my chest.

Wymond sighed impatiently.

"Can you answer me now?" he asked.

"Yeah" I leaned against the headboard. "I thought I saw someone like Ingrid"

His eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"Ingrid? Who's that?"

I gaped at him, don't tell me he forgot her -wasn't he the one who had her locked up for three days?

"She's one of my schoolmates, you even had her locked up some weeks ago"

He tilted his head slightly, then he curved his mouth in an O shape as realization dawned on him.

"Yeah" I eyed him. "But I'm not so sure if it's truly her, because I didn't get to see her face.." I pouted shortly. "..but my instincts keep telling me she's Ingrid"

"Hold on, isn't she