Marguerite was left utterly befuddled under Barnes‘ intense gaze.
Could this possibly have something to do with her?
An hour later, by the time Yuna arrived at the corridor of the holding cell, she was well aware of what was about to unfold.
That coward Barnes must have blabbed her name!
But it was fine, because she had prepared her speech and was ready for anything.
What she didn’t expect was to see Marguerite in the holding cell!
What was that wench doing here?
Of course! Marguerite was somehow aware of last night’s shooting incident.
While Yuna glared daggers at Marguerite, Barnes looked at Yuna with a mischievous twinkle in his eye and asked affectionately, “There you are.”
The nerve of him! To address her with such familiarity in front of Freddie!
Yuna was so irate she could have jumped out of her skin as she struggled to contain her anger, “Pfft! Who gave you the right to speak to me like that?”
Barnes, seemingly unbothered, continued, “Yuna, fetch me a glass of water, will ya? Out of everyone here, you’re the only one who cares about me.”
“Don’t talk like there’s something between us. I don’t know you!”
As Yuna spoke, she nervously glanced at Frederick.
Frederick’s eyes were deep and probing, his gaze upon her felt like a cross–examination, making Yuna’s heart pound.
“What are you waiting for? Get the water.” After a tense silence, Frederick abruptly broke the stillness.
What… What’s going on? Why was Freddie agreeing to let her fetch water for Barnes?
Reluctantly, Yuna picked up a paper cup from the table and walked over to the water cooler. She slowly filled the cup with water.
But unseen by the others, she concealed a small white pill beneath her beautifully manicured index finger.
With a slight tap, the pill dropped into the water and dissolved instantly.
Then, with a huff, she slammed the cup down on the table in front of Barnes.
She crossed her arms and tilted her chin up disdainfully, refusing to look any longer than necessary.
Barnes shook the handcuffs in his hand and snorted, “How am I supposed to drink this?”
Yuna snapped back, “Don’t push your luck!”
“Feed him!” The command came from Frederick.
Yuna looked at Frederick in disbelief, her eyes filled with silent reproach.
He enunciated each word, his eyes piercing as if they could see right through her soul, “Feed him, and don’t make me repeat myself!”
Frederick’s raised voice left Yuna breathless, and she complied without another sound.
Marguerite, on the other hand, watched the scene unfold with a knowing look.
The moment Yuna arrived, Barnes greeted and bossed her around.
Perhaps, Barnes was trying to show Frederick that they were not strangers as Yuna claimed.
Barnes‘ tone was natural and affectionate, but Yuna’s reaction was notably hostile.
She seemed to have hated Barnes for a long time.
After gulping down the water, Frederick spoke again, “Tell me, why did you hurt my son?”
Barnes, with a meaningful look at Yuna, replied, “Mr. Winston, you should really be asking Yuna about that.”
Yuna was prepared. She feigned innocence and indignantly retorted, “Asking me what? Don’t talk nonsense! Which of my sons did you hurt – Manley or Hayes?”
But Barnes just smiled at Yuna, “Mr. Winston has found all the money transfer you’ve been funneling to me over the years.”
Like a bolt from the blue, Yuna was left speechless.