Chapter 13
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This morning, she still sent him off like before, her face looked normal, and she even waved goodbye to him.
Maybe it was just a mistake?
Kayson worked hard on his self–improvement.
But the speeding car,
with the accelerator pressed to the floor, betrayed his frantic heart.
He ran through ten red lights before getting back home before dark.
The house remained just as empty as when he left.
It was deserted, unlike the way it used to be at home.
He saw the kitchen light on and thought Greta was cooking a sobering soup inside, so he rushed in.
There was indeed soup being cooked on the stove, but it was the nanny who was watching the fire.
Seeing him, she quickly bowed and clumsily poured a bowl of soup to hand it over.
Kayson didn’t drink alcohol, but he still took a small sip.
The hot soup entered his mouth, but it wasn’t the taste he was accustomed to.
Kayson furrowed his brow.
“Wasn’t the hangover soup made by the lady?”
The young nanny’s clear eyes suddenly widened to their fullest, and she nervously apologized.
“Yes, I’m sorry, sir. The lady taught me how to cook the soup before she moved out, but I didn’t write it down. Please wait a moment, I will immediately make a new one for you.”
In this paragraph, Kayson only heard four words.
Before moving out.
His pounding heart plummeted straight down to the bottom of the boundless darkness of the lake.
“When did you move out?”
“This morning, after you left.
Chapter 13
