Ishmael Will left.
Clutching a three-foot Longsword, he vanished from the Donovan Family estate.
Just as he had arrived.
Leaving behind only that last sentence.
The pain in Nelson's body gradually subsided.
Her body also began to regain freedom.
She stood up and walked to the collapsed wall, her gaze falling on Finnegan Springs's corpse.
Finnegan Springs's clothes were still stained with blood.
Dried blood!
It wasn't fresh.
Even if he took off his suit, his shirt was similarly stained with blood.
Nelson paused for a moment, enlightenment dawning in her heart.
She knew about The North Sea, knew about Pendleton.
Julius Reed had told her a lot on the way here.
With that in mind, Nelson took out her cell phone.
After briefly hesitating, she decided to call Julius Reed's number.
Whatever his intentions, she had to relay the truth.
As for whether it was true or false, that was for Julius Reed to decide.
