HIS HEAD

"I'm so sorry for laughing out, Mr. Douglas," Chad quickly apologizes amid shudders and a slight bow, seeing how angry his master is at his careless laugh.

But Hugo isn't having any of it, glaring at him icily and retorting blankly. "You better explain why you just laughed like that, or I'll send you to your room, pack your belongings, and leave!"

Chad's heart leaps into his stomach, and he falls to his knees. Hugo has mentioned sending him packing for the second time in a matter of minutes.

It's making him extremely skeptical.

He is so intent on biting his lower lip that he is unaware that it is bleeding and now so swollen. "Master, please! Don't throw me out!" He screams and clasps his palms together.

"You should have considered that before laughing at me! My son is dead, and I just shared with you what we've been missing all this time, and who my son's killer might be, but all you did was laugh! I guess you now think I'm insane! You'd better start talking or you are as good as gon