At Elliot's house. He returned home and was about to head upstairs when Mrs. Scarlet called out after him.

"Master Elliot, there is something I wonder if you've heard about?"

Elliot turned around and looked at Mrs. Scarlet. "What is it?"

"It's about the old mansion." Mrs. Scarlet had a heavy expression. "Your brother is planning to sell it."

Elliot's gaze darkened a little. "Who did you hear it from?"

"My nephew is into real estate. He called and told me." Mrs. Scarlet's eyes reddened and glistened with tears. "Master Foster, your brother surely must have run out of money, which is why he is selling the mansion. Sigh! How could he bear to do it!"

"Are you trying to ask me to give him money?" Elliot put both hands in his pocket. He looked straight at Mrs. Scarlet.

She shook her head furiously, "Of course you can't give them money! They are ungrateful people. Madam Rosalie treated them so well, yet they killed her! I thought that you might want to buy the old mansion. Even if you