Chapter 16

The heavy rain had made the stairway slippery on the slope of the hill. The sound it made in the umbrella I was holding seemed like a monotonous tone to my ear. With every step I took going up the stairs, the white shoes I was wearing got dirtier. It was a wrong choice that I dressed up even though my mother would not see me. All I wanted was to look presentable while I built her a grave as promised to her. We had talked about it since our last move. I had to do it in memory of her so that I had a place where I could talk to her freely.

I was not blaming the rain. I was more thankful for it because I could go out while it was not dark.

“Young master, you can’t just leave the mansion without telling your father,” Mike said to me, who was following me behind.

I halted and turned around, making him also stop. “Call him if you wanted to. I really don’t care. Isn’t that the reason you’re here, right?” I told him before continuing to climb up.

Mike held his tongue. I expected he would be