In the afternoon, Arthur asked me to come into his office to talk to him.We sat facing each other, a table apart. I felt the atmosphere was heavy and stuffy like I was in an interrogation room facing a police officer full of murderous intent.I thought, "Is what Arthur wants to tell me about me sleeping in his bed? How should I answer if he questions me about it? Damned! I don't know how to explain to him, and I also don't know why I'm lying in his bed."The temperature in the room was cold, but I was still sweating from stress.The first question Arthur asked me was, "Are you angry?"I was a bit stunned and then quickly denied it. I can't be angry when sitting facing a block of ice.I remained silent and bowed, waiting for Arthur to question me."I give you two options. One is to know all the secrets of the Douglas family, and you will have to stay here forever. The second is instant death."I had predicted this in my heart ever since I helped Arthur control his curse. So I wasn't s
Today, Arthur entertained a distinguished guest at Douglas Palace. It was a significant partner in his business.That guest suggested playing golf, and Arthur freely agreed.I had to follow Arthur to carry his golf bag. The guest had an emergency in the middle of the game, so he left.As soon as that guest left, Arthur seemed to lose interest. It's been a long time since he had any interest in playing golf, but now the match has stopped midway, making him highly depressed.He looked at me and asked, "Do you know how to play golf?"Arthur asked suddenly, so I was a bit surprised. I think the last time I played golf was decades ago.I didn't answer, so Arthur assumed I didn't know how to play golf. He said, "You're in an orphanage, so you probably won't learn to play golf. I will show you."I was bewildered, unable to tell Arthur I knew how to play golf, so I remained silent and let him teach me how.I haven't played for so long that I've forgotten a lot of techniques. Even the basic po
Arthur was angry when he learned that I was assassinated by four of Rosabella's servants, but he couldn't do anything to Rosabella because her four servants took full responsibility. They did not let Rosabella get involved in the slightest.After that, Arthur, for my safety, took me to Ms. Irene's resort so that I could become Ms. Irene's caregiver.Meeting Ms.Irene again, I felt sorry for her when I saw her lying on the hospital bed. The last time I saw her, she was still healthy, walking with me on the white sand beach. Now, she can only lie in the hospital bed; a ventilator maintains her weak breathing. Her eyes were no longer clear, gloomy as if obscured by a mist.The doctors who examined her said there was no way to treat her. They advised the Douglas family to prepare mentally because she could die at any time.The resort announced its closure. This place has no guests and becomes strangely deserted and quiet.In the following days, many strangers visited Ms.Irene. I know they
I have become much calmer, constantly thinking about this case. My eyes looked darkly at Rosabella. She also looked at me, and a smug and mocking light appeared in her eyes.I was able to identify Rosabella as the person who harmed me, but I did not dare to believe that because she hurt me, she could kill Ms.Irene. How could she be so cruel?I feel freezing inside.I was so dizzy that I ignored Arthur's words. It wasn't until he asked again a third time that I recovered my spirit."Do you have evidence to prove that you were wronged?" Arthur asked.In everyone's eyes, my inattentive actions meant I was busy thinking of lies to justify myself.I regained my composure and replied to Arthur, "I can prove my innocence."After that, I removed the watch on my wrist and held it up for everyone to see, "This is a watch with a recording device attached. I wear it all the time, except for some personal situations. It can prove that I was not the one who turned off Ms. Irene's ventilator."Every
Ms. Irene's funeral was solemnly held at Douglas Palace. According to the custom of the Douglas family, the dead will be cremated. After those rituals were completed, the funeral was still maintained because many guests had not yet come to pay their respects.Many people came to visit in the early days, and many stayed overnight. The palace servants were busy serving those strange guests.On the third day of the funeral, Rosabella again troubled me.Even though I am Arthur's servant, I have to do the same job as the other servants because there are not enough servants to serve the guests.I was still a little upset from my previous argument with Arthur, so I avoided him during this time. He was busy entertaining guests and didn't pay attention to me.I was caught by Rosabella while serving tea to the female guests. Rosabella was chatting with those guests. She took this opportunity to order me to do many things. Some examples are that she will ask me to get more sugar, then a few minu
My night shift hasn't ended yet, but I want to return to my room to change into new clothes. I felt like the clothes on my body were disgusting because Dante had touched them.My mood was low; my mind was confused, and every step became heavy. I felt it was tough to get to my room's front door. I was about to turn the doorknob when Dylan's voice rang out, returning me to my senses. I looked towards the end of the hallway. Arthur and Dylan stepped out of the elevator.I am still determining where they just returned from. Their shoes were muddy, and their coats were slightly soaked in rainwater.“How are you, Lucinda? Are you having some trouble?” Dylan panicked when he saw my face. He quickly ran to me.Arthur was also startled, but he wasn't as hasty as Dylan. He still had a cold attitude, but his steps were faster.I habitually replied, “I'm fine!”I wanted to smile, even if it was forced, but I couldn't. The corner of my mouth twitched a few times, but I couldn't lift it. I don't kn
It was already nine o'clock when Charlie and I returned to the villa. As soon as we entered the villa lobby, we met Arthur. Arthur walked over, his eyes briefly looking at me, but quickly turned to Charlie. He calls Charlie's uncle.Charlie nodded. They don't seem familiar.Dylan once told me that when Charlie was a teenager, he ran away from home because he didn't want to be set up by his family. I vaguely guessed that the time Charlie left home was the time he spent with me. Later, Charlie returns to the palace when Arthur is thirteen years old. Not long after Charlie returned, his father passed away. After his father's funeral, Charlie continued to run away from home.Therefore, Arthur and Charlie's uncle-nephew relationship has no affection at all. They were like two strangers bound by the blood that flowed through their bodies."I will borrow your servant while I am here. But no matter what?" Charlie asked.Arthur glanced at me, then said emotionlessly to Charlie, "I'm not sure m
A few people, including Rosabella, saw the image of Charlie and I walking side by side in the rain. Rosabella's eyes looked at me in a wrong way. I think she won't miss any opportunity to scold me.I was worried, petting the kitten and whispering, "What should I do?" They won't let me feed you. Maybe I'll have to find you a new home. Hopefully, they can let you stay until the rain stops."I sighed.Charlie spoke up, "Do you like raising cats?"I looked at him and smiled, "Not just cats; I like small and adorable animals. Later, when I leave here, I will buy a house and raise my favorite pets."I briefly remembered my past. One time, I was so fed up with making a living in the complicated human world that I decided to go into the forest and live in seclusion. I live in a small wooden house, but the summer and winter are cool. I became friends with the animals in that forest. Thanks to magic, I understand what they say.Sometimes, hunters come to that forest to hunt wild animals. I didn