Chapter fifty two

Serena was sitting on the couch, hugging herself tightly. "Madam, dinner is ready." Hearing a servant saying so Serena turned her head towards her, "I don't have the appetite."

"Sir..." Seeing Denzel the servant left as he told her to do so. He sat next to her and held her hand, "Are you okay?" Serena remained silent. There was no answer she could give nor she wanted to. "Are you sad?" Yes, he was sad but nobody asked her that question nor he asked Serena if she was sad. He himself was sad too, he just lost Mathew today. One of his men died. That night none of them were at dinner, Serena kept sitting on the couch when Denzel was working. He covered her with a blanket then he headed back to work. But he did not feel like working at all.

He stared at her. "How will I tell her that Mathew... He is no longer alive... How will I tell her that he killed himself? I can not. I can't just tell her... Except keeping her in the dark. Yes, that is what