"Stop being a sluggard. Come here right now." Harold barked as he pulled someone with him. He was dragging the person by the sleeve of their clothes. He kept pulling and pulling until the person could not help but fall on their knees. "Such a fucking weakling. How the hell did Mother even employ someone as useless as you?" Harold roared, throwing his left shoe towards the face of the lady who was on her knees. "It's not even worth it. I'm supposed to use you right away." Harold held back the leg, and the urge to kick the lady in the face. "You should thank your stars that there's a need for you." Harold kicked the air, turning around to take in fresh air.He shut his eyes for a while as though he was trying to think things through. He had his back to the lady. He slowly turned to her. When he turned, he went on a squatting position, carving his back to aid the tilt of his neck. "Remind me, what's that your wretched name?" He asked, reaching out of his hand to touch the chin of t

Achiel didn't really know how to react in the first place. Who had just appeared out of nowhere? Harold?Where has he been all this while? Achiel knew that he had no time to think about such a thing. His mind was already stalked by the successive events that trample upon one another over and over again. His legs seemed to be glued to the spot. Harold had just walked out of whatever hole he came from. What is he doing here? Why has he come here?Achiel's back was to the living room. He should turn immediately. He could hear the loud steps of Harold approaching his woman. He knew how wild Harold was. Ever since the Madam family has been kicked out of the White Hall by Grandmother, Achiel had never had a contact with them. Not directly nor indirectly. He had always wanted to go meet Madam, but he just didn't have enough time to spare. But this time, Harold had decided to save him the stress and bring himself. Perhaps like an item worthy of the sacrifice. A sacrifice for atonement. A

"Did you hear what happened?" Felix asked, staring keenly at the man who was standing before him. "What again? Why are you always the person who gets the gist of every information?" Jones tried dismissing, turning his face to the side. Jones had no mask on this time. The line on his face was beginning to clear out, and there was only a faint mark idling in the corner of his face. "Maybe because I'm the only one who keeps my ears in the open. Shouldn't you be appreciative that you have someone like that around you? You have no idea what good that has done and would continue to do for you." Felix carried on, looking quite offended by what Jones had just said. Jones, on the other hand, didn't seem to care about how Felix was feeling. Jones was self-centered. Felix knew that, yet he acts surprised every time he gets hit by the cold shoulders. "Will you speak now? I don't have forever out here. The meeting will start as soon as possible. Who knows, Grandmother might be on her way into

Madam, Harold, and Hannah walked through the open aisle towards where Grandmother was. "Marie!" Pascal called with his jaws hanging out as he watched Madam keep on walking towards Grandmother."They returned? What are they doing here?""Do they have no regard for Grandmother?""What business do they have to be here?""And to think that they barged into the hall while we are in the middle of a meeting!"There were words flying around until Madam and her two children got to Grandmother and halted. The three leaned forward in a bow to the old woman. Grandmother was still on her feet. It was as though her old legs were glued to that spot. But on the contrary, it seemed as though she could make a movement but decided to retain that stance of her own free will. No one could utter any word at that moment. Everyone was watching in utmost curiosity, tracking the events to see what would happen next. Madam and her children lifted their body, standing upright again. "What are you doing here

Achiel arrived at the hotel suite. He carried Grandmother in his arms into his suite. People who were in the lobby were looking at him strangely, but he didn't care too much about their thoughts. He was way too worried about the old woman to get distracted by something like that. When he got into the room, he gently placed the old woman on the bed. He walked away to grab a plastic bottle of water and emptied it into half of its content. He exhaled sharply, then took a deep breath. He walked back into the room and stood next to the bed of the old woman. He kept staring at her. Truth be told, he didn't know what he ought to do at that moment, but he knew that he ought to do something. He couldn't just leave the old woman lying their unconsciously. He swallowed and started to pace, then he stopped again as though he had a change of mind. The system had only told him to save the old woman. He should have asked the system how he ought to go about saving her. He couldn't even think of