William Guillen drank two cups of wine, and his anger subsided slightly. He lifted his gaze and glanced at the utterly dejected Edward Benson.

He seriously doubted how much he really knew about the news scandal over the past two days.

"Let me ask you, did you see the fabricated news by those unscrupulous media about Thomas?"

Sure enough, a trace of surprise flickered in Edward Benson’s eyes as he looked at him blankly. "News? What news?"

William Guillen sneered, "See for yourself!"

Edward Benson turned on the television. The news was so sensational that the follow-up reports were still pouring in now.

After five minutes of watching the entire incident, Edward Benson’s face turned pale...

William Guillen gripped the goblet, "The reason Lillian Spencer released those news articles is quite clear. Now that K Group’s press conference has clarified that Thomas is fine, what do you think will happen to Linda?"

Looking at the entire incident, had Linda shown any sign of compromise, things wouldn’t have escalated to this point.

Not to mention Lillian Spencer, even Your Excellency Mr. President himself might not dare to act against Thomas.

Linda truly failed to read the situation and assess the circumstances.

Now that her mission has failed and she’s fallen into Lillian Spencer’s hands, the consequences are imaginable.

Edward Benson of course knew what would happen to Linda. He frantically stood up and rushed outside.

William Guillen tossed aside the wine glass and chased after him, "Edward, stop!"

"I have to find Isla Stanley... I can’t let her get hurt..." Edward Benson mumbled, bewildered and running outside.

With a face as pale as a ghost, lacking any trace of color of blood, lips trembling, and his body shaking violently.

His shaky stance seemed on the verge of collapse at any moment.

William Guillen dashed forward and grabbed him, "You intend to find her, but where will you find her? Will the Presidential Mansion let her go? Will Lillian Spencer let you take her away?"

Edward Benson’s eyes were dark and lifeless, "Lan Singh... then tell me what should I do? What should I do... she’s my Isla Stanley, my Isla Stanley."

William Guillen just wanted to knock some sense into him, to clear out some of the space in his Isla Stanley-filled brain for the sake of their brotherly bond.

Don’t sacrifice the life of a brother for a woman.

Seeing him like this now reminded William Guillen of when he first heard that Isla Stanley wasn’t around, his heart couldn’t help but feel a pang of sympathy.

"Don’t worry too much, since Lillian Spencer saved Linda for a purpose, she won’t easily discard this chess piece. This matter requires strategic planning; let’s discuss together how to save her."

Edward Benson seemed not to hear, his soul lost.

William Guillen patted his shoulder, "Come on, let’s find Thomas."

Edward Benson hoarsely raised a hand and wiped his face hard, "Okay."

...

Sophie Sullivan received a telephone call from Mrs. Zane, thanking her for counseling Fluffy Zane. Today, her condition has significantly improved.

After breakfast with a bowl of porridge, her appetite seemed good.

Sophie felt relieved and also advised Mrs. Zane not to push Fluffy Zane too hard.

Eight years of emotion isn’t something easily walked away from, give her some time.

Thomas Shannon came downstairs, holding Harry, who was freshly washed and furry by the servant.

He sat down next to Sophie, lowered his eyes, and asked softly, "Whose telephone call?"