In the middle of the night, a soft sound in the room startled Ella Weaver awake.
In the dim light, Alexander Parker stood at the foot of her bed, holding a pure white cat, his eyes dark and sinister, as though he might strangle her at any moment.
"Ah!"
Ella Weaver screamed and jumped up.
Alexander Parker was displeased: "What are you screaming for? Sit down!"
Ella Weaver's legs gave out, and she sat back down obediently.
"Let me give you a guiding light, dear cousin."
"Huh?"
"I know who took your parents."
Ella Weaver clung to this lifeline: "Who?"
"Go to the police and say that the man who tricked Isabella into marriage kidnapped your parents, and everything will be resolved."
Ella Weaver's eyes widened: "What are you saying, Isabella is married?"
"As long as you report it to the police, her marriage will be declared invalid and automatically annulled, then she'll marry me. She is mine!"
