Chapter 1667

Eight years.

This number meant a long torment to him.

In contrast to the eight years, he did not know why this moment made him feel anguish.

Carter’s calm face betrayed subtle changes. He picked up his phone to make a call…

The wind and snow grew heavier, and the night gradually grew more obscure.

Despite that, Shirley remained standing at the same spot, her eyes staring at the study, which remained unlit this entire time.

Suddenly, she heard the creaking sounds of footsteps approaching her. It was the old butler. He held an umbrella as he stepped on the thin layer of accumulated snow to reach her side. Then, he held the umbrella over her head.

“Miss Jenny, the snow is getting heavier. Why don’t you go back?” advised the old butler, his eyes filled with pity.

Shirley shook her head, the snow on her hair drifted and fell away silently.

“I’m fine. I just want to stay here for a while longer… Achoo!”

Shirley could not help but sneeze mid-sentence as the cold pierced into her skin, making her shiver against her will.

She frowned, feeling her breath, as well as her cheeks, getting hotter.

Seeing that he could not change Shirley’s mind, the old butler handed the umbrella to her. However, Shirley shook her head, refusing his kindness.

“Waterson, you should go back first. I’ll… be leaving soon,” Shirley softly said, her desolate gaze shifted from the study as she finally turned around.

She recalled that, many years ago, she too was a member of this family.

The servants had respected her very much, and they had addressed her as Miss Jenny.

Camille had liked her very much too. She had thought that Shirley was smart and was quick to learn.

Plus, she could also accompany Carter.

She had also thought that those moments could continue. However, it all ended abruptly on a certain day, a certain month, a certain year…

Carter returned to the French windows again. Despite being in the dark study room, he could clearly see Shirley turning and leaving.

The illumination from the yard streetlights was so bright that he could clearly see that Shirley’s body and hair were covered with snow.

Frowning, Carter turned and stopped looking.

Just after he turned around, the sound of Shirley’s footsteps toward the gates gradually died away. One second later, she collapsed on the cold snow-covered ground.

“Miss Jenny!” The old butler rushed over while calling for help. “Guards! Quickly!”

Carter silently sat on the sofa, alone, with the lights still off.

Suddenly, he heard a commotion downstairs.

He seldom cared about the trivial goings at home, but he felt a faint uneasiness in his heart this moment.

He got up and walked out. As soon as he reached the top of the stairs, he saw a bodyguard hastily enter, carrying a woman in his arms.

Without asking, he immediately recognized the woman in the bodyguard’s arms.

Carter’s eyes darkened, and his expression instantly became increasingly cold.

He strode downstairs, his every step seemed steady, neither fast nor slow.

When the old butler saw Carter descending the stairs, he walked over hurriedly, his face flustered, and pleaded humbly, “Mr. Carter, Miss Jenny had been standing outside for far too long. She might have caught a cold. I have already contacted Dr. Lane. I’m wondering if Miss Jenny could stay and rest here for the night?”

Carter pressed his thin lips together, displeased. “Since you’ve already acted on your own accord, why do you still seek my opinion?”

The old butler trembled. “Mr. Carter…”

Carter ignored him and faced the bodyguard who was carrying Shirley tightly. In a chilly tone, he asked, “Do you enjoy carrying her? Are you reluctant to put her down?”