More than half an hour later, the kidnappers still hadn't appeared, and William Moore's men had already begun preparing to enter the forest for a search.
"Brandan..."
Lady Hyde's face was pale, and she asked quietly and somewhat confusedly, "What should we do next?"
She truly hadn't expected this situation.
She was angry, angry that Brandan Hyde had made such an excessive choice.
However, if Brandan Hyde's choice resulted in Iris Harris losing her life, Lady Hyde felt she could probably never forgive him.
Whenever she thought of this, she felt a chill throughout her body.
Brandan Hyde raised his eyes to look ahead; William Moore's men had disappeared into the lush forest. He looked up at the sky; at around nine o'clock, the sun was already high, yet the green trees blocked the sunlight and also his view.
He couldn't quite understand his own feelings; he felt lost, a little scared, but more than anything, like Lady Hyde, he felt a sense of confusion.
