With a little struggle, Terrence opened the iron barrier covering the safe box behind the painting in my room. We have almost sixteen minutes trying to open the barrier iron and we can’t open it yet. Terrence’s finger turned white because he forcing to bend the barrier iron and it worried me that he would get hurt by the barrier iron. Because as long as I remember, all barrier iron in my house was made of silver. “I’ll reach Judith to bring a welder,” Terrence said in desperate ...