Chapter 17 - Chapter 16

((( SYA )))

As far as I could recall, there has just been one time that Master James and Zhio conversed in person longer than usual. I was glad he finally admitted to himself that his wife's death wasn't Zhio's fault. Or anybody else's. But fate played tricks too I guess, since it was also after that same day that Master James fell ill.  

"Headmistress," someone called out to me. It was another maid, the newest one. She's young and it was unsurprising since poor families usually send their young for work. I wasn't an exception.

"Mister Wenziel would like to inform that the wake will be held here," she spoke with her head bowed down.

"Master James' body will be transferred here tomorrow."

I smiled shortly at her.

"There's no need to be so formal. Please lift your head when talking to me."

Breathing in the somber air of the mansion, I turned around to look at how big it was. I have worked here for so long that I've seen things transition from happy to sad.

Master James' wedding has been held here and it was the happiest day this mansion has ever witnessed. But this has also been the place where Miss Mitchelle's passing has been grieved. And now, it was James' turn.

My eyes wandered up the stairs leading to Zhio's room. I knew he expected the news I was about to tell him tomorrow.

(ZHIO)

Sleep felt like a dream. I was awoken early by a phone call. It was Deo.

"What is it?" I slurred.

"The news has reached the company's major stakeholders. They knew your father has died," his tone felt anxious.

"They called for an early conference and your presence is direly requested."

"I'll be there before eight." I hung up the phone and closed my eyes for a few more seconds.

My body felt less heavy compared to last night. I was so exhausted when I got home that I went straight to sleep without even changing clothes.  

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