Inwardly, Laila agreed with him. Her dream was to live to be ninety. Compared to that, thirty-five was indeed a very young age. Laila crouched down in front of Wilhel, bringing them eye-to-eye. “Do you remember what I just asked of you?” Wilhel remained silent. “Do this for me, and I’ll forget all about the ledger. I swear it.” Blackmailing someone wasn’t a pleasant experience. She understood that better than anyone, now that she was doing it herself. But Laila wanted to live. She was desperate. In her position, there was nothing she wouldn’t do.