Chapter 8

After we finished checking the appliances, they were still plugged in and closed all the windows and doors. Manang told me that I could finally rest. But when I went up to the second floor, I glanced at the stairs leading to the third floor---the master's bedroom. Rozzean.

"He still hasn't come down to eat," I said to myself.

I took a deep breath and went to my room. Manang's room was far from mine, downstairs, so I couldn't chat with her now, and I would ask the things I wanted to know about this house tomorrow.

I became curious about what she said, that perhaps sadness might be the reason why Rozzean has so many plants here. Like, it's his therapy.

"Why would he be sad?" I thought. In reality, this house is huge and beautiful. It's a dream house for many, and he has so much money. He can buy whatever he wants. What could be the reason for him to be sad?

"Wait, why am I even thinking about this?"

I stood up and headed to the bathroom in my room, but before that, I made sure to lock t