The idea seemed simple enough, but what if something went wrong? After all, Mason's loyalties weren't guaranteed.
With his twisted sense of obsession…
Ella gently tucked the blanket around her son. Little Elias seemed to be dreaming, as he turned over and murmured faintly in his sleep, "Brother… come here…"
"Elias, I hope it won't be long before we can go home."
In their current situation, waiting was the only option.
Once Eric arrived, perhaps everything would be resolved.
In the study.
Isaac and Mason sat together, sipping tea. Isaac, a scientist to his core, never indulged in alcohol, believing it clouded his mind.
"Why did you bring that woman here out of nowhere?" Isaac asked irritably. "Even though she's Elias's mother, I don't want any outsiders here. Besides, now that she's on the island, what if Eric shows up? Wouldn't that be the end for all of us?"