A Second Chance in Life
That was the survival lesson I learned in my previous life.
I lowered my head respectfully and said, “Thank you for your approval, Mamma Isabella. I’ll do my best not to disappoint you.”
That night, at exactly eleven o'clock, Caspian returned. The moment he pushed open the bedroom door, the sharp scent of gunpowder hit my nose, mixed faintly with the smell of blood.
“Are you hurt?” I asked as I walked over, already pouring him a glass of whiskey.
“No.” He took the glass and downed it in one go. “Just dealt with a few idiots who didn’t know their place.”