35 What Do You Want From Me?

Through the binoculars, I could see the familiar gate of the manor closed. Soon a Lincoln pulled out of the open gate. Jorah, the housekeeper, stood respectfully on one side of the gate, looking at the car as he watched his loved ones leave.

Frade found out that my father is flying on a private jet today to a business meeting on an island in the south. So today is a good day!

If I remember correctly, every Sunday was the day of rest for the servants of the manor. On the day off, all the servants would go downtown to shop or find a place to relax. After all, no one could stay in the manor all the time. But Jorah is an exception. He never leaves this place at any time unless he has to. He made the manor his home, guarding the last line of defense like a samurai when everyone was gone.

I once heard my mother mention that Jorah had been working as a housekeeper before she married my father, and that sometimes he also acted as my father's chauffeur.

In my impression, he always looks seriou