Tossing and turning for a long time, he still couldn't think of any good solution. Nowadays the only thing he could hope for was that the Old Sir, in view of the military merits he had accumulated these few years and the shock of his faking his death this time, might soften his attitude a little.
If in the end it really didn't work, he would get a divorcee from Victoria Lee and take Annie Taylor going abroad.
In a few years' time, going abroad was still not easy for him, but it wasn't completely impossible either, not to the point of being entirely at others' mercy. It was just that, unless forced to the brink, he didn't want to go that far.
Seeing that he couldn't sleep anyway, Ronald Loman simply turned on the bedside lamp and sat up, lit a stick of smoke and leaned against the bedside, involuntarily recalling the faces of Annie Taylor and Lucas. It was like a mouthful of strong wine burning down his throat, warming his whole body.
