Let Me Go, Mr. Hill novel Chapter 375

Let me go, Mr. Hill [by Shallow South] Chapter 375
A foul, musty smell exuded from the cellar.

Shaun flashed the light around. Blinded by the light, the woman snuggling on the bed subconsciously covered her eyes with her hands.

It was a weight off his mind knowing that she was alive.

However, when he approached her, he was so shocked that his phone nearly fell to the floor.

Was this Catherine?

Was she the woman whose beauty caught his eye when he first met her?

He could barely recognize her now.

It had only been five days since he last saw her, and she was nothing but skins and bones. Besides that, her face… was rotting very badly.

Shaun gasped for breath as if he was about to be suffocated.

“You’re here, Shaun.” Catherine had been in the dark for a long time that her eyes had become sensitive to light. She struggled a lot, only to open her eyes a little. Although she could not make out his features, she could sense his familiar cold presence.

Her mouth curled into a serene smile. She knew that he would find a way here.

He was a devil, and devils would not be easily defeated.

Nevertheless, he was definitely shocked by her current appearance.

Catherine was neither anxious nor frightened, but she was not particularly glad that he had come here to save her either.

She was emotionless.

Shaun looked at her with bitterness in his eyes.

Catherine obediently closed her eyes.

Shaun strode out of the cellar with her in his arms.

Hadley, Elle, and other people walked toward them. When they took a closer look at the face of the woman in Shaun’s arms, they were all astounded. “Miss Jones…”

“Get the person who has been bringing her food every day.” Shaun enunciated his instruction.

Hadley took a deep breath. Aunty Connie, who was in charge of bringing Catherine food, soon came.

In the meantime, Shaun had Elle take care of Catherine, who could hardly keep her footing. Hence, she could only lean on Elle. Shaun then stared at Aunty Connie icily.

Aunty Connie was scared witless. “E-Eldest Young Master, you can’t blame me for this. To be able to have porridge every day is considered a luxury for someone locked in the cellar…”