Chapter 22: Forsaken Nightmares

Chapter 22: Forsaken Nightmares

Kathleen’s P.O.V

I walked into the living room, as always in awe of just how gorgeous this house was. I had a feeling that no matter how many times I came into the Dalton Mansion, it would never get old.

There was no butler today, nor did anyone walk me in. I didn’t know if it was because Arthur could trust me a bit more around the house or not, but since Hayley had already shown me the way yesterday, I was no longer in fear of getting lost.

I thought I was going to head straight to Hayley’s room first, but as I walked towards the entrance to the hallway, I noticed another person standing by a bookshelf, completely oblivious to my presence.

Arthur kept turning the pages of the book he was holding in his hands, looking at it intently as he worked even this early in the morning. He ran a hand through his midnight black hair, his brow furrowed in thought. He was muttering something under his breath, lost in a world of his own. On the wall, an ornate clock