"Greta, Brent's already..." A man reached out his hands, trying to stop her.
It took Greta a long time to accept the fact. She stared at the calm sea, speechless.
Brent had been thrown into the sea after being severely punished.
She came late.
It was too late.
Greta collapsed on the bank, gasping for breath.
It was the last time she saw him in the basement last night.
Tears from the depths of despair rose in her heart and gathered in her eyes.
She had never shed a tear under Barzini's strict instruction.
But now, despair swept down upon her, overpoweringly.
She would never see the silent, wooden, amorous man again.
A tear, larger than an ocean pearl, fell from her eyes.
After a long time, Greta staggered to her feet, dried her tears, and ran the other way to the manor.
She flew up the front steps, across the porch, and threw open the door of Barzini's room.