Facade of Love (Yvette Scott and Idris Young) novel Chapter 423

He almost did not make it back?

Well, that was too bad.

I pursed my lips and did not say anything more. It seemed that Lucas did not have much time to keep an eye on me. With the idea Rebecca gave me, it probably would not be too difficult for me to contact the outside world.

Seeing that I was not concerned about Lucas's situation, Inch pursed his lips and left.

As he left, Rebecca crouched by my side and played with the cats. She looked at me and said, "Ms. Scott, I told you Mr. Lucas is really good to you. He's even worried that you'll get bored, so he sent you cats."

I pursed my lips, smiled faintly, and did not pay much attention to her comment. Instead, I said, "Rebecca, can you try to take care of the old man in the room a little more?"

She furrowed her brows in confusion and asked, "Why? Mr. Lucas instructed that it's fine as long as he doesn't die."

I did not explain further and simply said, "It's nothing. I just feel sorry for him. He's getting old, but he can't enjoy his later years. Instead, he's being tortured like this.”

Rebecca responded with a light snort and whispered, "He's a cop. There's no reason to feel sorry for him."

Our perspectives were clearly different, so I did not continue the conversation.

In the following days, I visited the old man whenever I had the chance. His name was Chandler Copper. As Rebecca had mentioned, he was an undercover cop who had been trying to gather evidence against Kenneth. However, his mission had failed, and he had been subjected to torture by Kenneth ever since. He could not contact anyone on the outside, so he had been trying to escape. Even so, every attempt had ended in failure, leaving him badly injured.

Perhaps because he sensed that I meant no harm and had helped him several times, Chandler gradually lowered his guard against me. I wanted to find an opportunity to explain the situation to him and ask if he had any valuable information that could expose everything happening here. However, I had been unable to find that opportunity so far.

Nonetheless, all I had was time. I was relatively comfortable here, and the days were not too difficult to endure. With Lucas and others occupied with missions and the poppy harvest approaching, everyone was busy with their own matters. They were no longer as vigilant of me. I even had Rebecca help me find a local trader outside the mountain.

The man was a middle-aged, dark-skinned individual. When he heard that we had goods, he smiled obsequiously and said he would buy as much as we had.