Chapter 4

"Come with me, sir." Doris led Morel to the deeper part of the room. Behind him, Morel followed Doris while looking at the antique and old-looking room.

The room seemed to have not been visited for a long time, as the place was almost filled with items covered by white cloth. They then stopped in front of a wall covered by a large white cloth. Morel looked at the wall and then turned to Doris.

Doris opened it, and a portrait of a young-looking woman appeared. The woman had beautiful and shady eyes. She smiled slightly as if looking at him and greeting him. Morel's face stared at the portrait of the woman in distress. His hand moved hesitantly to touch the picture of the woman. Then he felt his head suddenly throbbing. He remembered something vaguely after seeing the portrait.

Morel touched the portrait with his hand, then rubbed the face with a deep look. "I seem to recognize this woman." Morel's voice sounded soft, his eyes looking intently at the portrait.

Doris had a grim face. He shifted his gaze from Morel to the woman's portrait. "This is the portrait of Miss Cindy Spencer. She was your mother." Doris turned her gaze to Morel. She looked heavy-hearted and reluctant. "But Miss Cindy passed away when you were a child, sir."

Morel grimaced at something inside him that felt strange. Somehow, she felt empty and claustrophobic after hearing that the woman was gone. He took another look at her portrait, then sighed softly. "Even in a better life, I would have been alone." He muttered under his breath.

Dorries looked at him. "Master, now you need to return to your rightful place. In this residence, and a member of the Spencer family again. Taking what you are entitled to." He looked at Morel expectantly.

Now, he was beginning to believe that he was part of the Spencer family because, as some things there proved that he had ties to them, even her memory vaguely recognized the portrait.

"Very well." Morel only replied briefly, though there was a lot of surprise in his head.

Doris closed the portrait again. "Come, sir." He then directed Morel outside. "There is something else I need to explain."

Morel followed Doris. They walked out of the room. Then, to another room that looked bigger, like a party hall. The room was filled with various expensive decorations that looked vintage and classic. It could even be compared to a state museum that kept items from world-famous artists. The place had something similar.

Doris walked beside Morel, putting his attention politely on Morel. "Young master, I would like to inform you that in this house, there are three people, including myself who will serve you," Doris explained.

For Morel, three people were enough to care for him alone, even if it seemed excessive. He had no desire to live with many servants, as portrayed on television shows. Instead, he imagined feeling constrained by them.

"Even so, those people are skilled enough to serve you to ensure your safety, sir," Doris explained again.

Ensure her safety?

Morel looked around him. In such a big house, with such a big name. Indeed, he needed security from those who were after him. Targeting his family.

Morel turned his gaze to Doris. "All right. I trust you."

Doris nodded at the trust Morel had placed in him. "Then let me take you to your room, sir. You must be tired, so it's best if you rest."

Doris walked to a door not far away, then he opened the door and showed Morel a large, stately, and classical-looking room. "Please rest, sir. If you need anything, press one on the call button and one on the phone near your bed. We will be here shortly." He bowed to Morel, who was already inside the room, then left politely while closing the door.

Morel walked with slow steps, his gaze gazing at the room strangely. "Who would believe that my fate changed in just one night." Morel was talking to himself.

He walked into the room while looking around, but even though he lived in poverty, Morel still did not act excitedly and enthusiastically. He was surprised but not excessively so. Morel ended his short tour of the room. He then entered the bathroom and began to take off his clothes and soak his body in the bathtub while reflecting on his life, which he initially considered sad because his girlfriend had just abandoned him. Still, it turned out that he, insulted by poverty, was the heir to a family with extraordinary wealth.

"He'll regret it if he finds out I suddenly became rich at the same time he dumped me." Morel gave a slight grin.

Morel then got up, put on his short boxers, and picked up a black cold Rob. He put it on and went to bed with it.

When morning came, Morel came out of his room to find a woman in her mid-30s greeting him. "Good morning, Master Morel. Introduce me, Gwen. I am responsible for taking care of your needs and this place."

Morel looked up at her. "Morning, Gwen." Morel returned her greeting rather awkwardly. He was still not used to that kind of hospitality, as people had treated him rudely.

Gwen smiled, her hand that had been politely closed now stretched out to direct Morel elsewhere. "I have prepared your breakfast, Masterr. Come down with me."

Morel nodded. He walked first down the stairs to the main floor. Gwen followed behind him. When they arrived at the main floor, the dining room. Another man around 40 stood there, then bowed when he saw Morel.

"Morning, Master Morel." She pulled the chair Morel was about to sit on. "I am Kriss, sir. I will be responsible for escorting you and ensuring your safety. Good to see you back, sir." The man smiled at him.

Morel gave him a quick nod. "Nice to meet you, Kriss." He replied with a cursory glance, then sat back in his chair.

"Yes. Sir, please enjoy your breakfast." Kriss stepped back from her seat and stood slightly from the dining table.

While Gwen stood right by the dining table, she was busy pouring milk into Morel's glass and placing the food closer to him.

"Morning, sir, Morel." Doris greeted Morel as she approached. 

Morel put down his spoon. He ignored the milk Gwen poured and chose to take the juice in the other glass. He took a slow sip, then turned to Doris. "Then what do I need to do as a member of the Spencer family now? There's no way you guys just want me to sit around in this place, is there?"

Doris smiled. "We have no right to require you to do anything. "Well, as a member of the Spencer family, you need to take care of business and various other matters. But first, we will prepare and take care of your safety until you are ready, sir." Doris explained simply.

"Well, then, it will take some time. So, during that time, what can I do?" He asked because he didn't know.

Doris looked at her again with a smile. "You can have fun, masterr." He looked at Morel, who was currently turning his gaze towards her. "You have various things, and the most important is wealth. You can also use it to take revenge."

Morel grinned, his eyes brightening at Doris’ mention of that. "That seems fine too." He hadn't thought of that before.

Doris nodded. "If you want, you can get more than one lady lord. I'm sure they'll be lining up to get close to you."

Morel smiled sarcastically. "I'm not interested in that." Moreover, he still harbored heartache for the woman he had once loved.

Morel got up from his seat. He, who had just had breakfast, wanted to digest his food better. "I'd like to tour Spencer Palace alone before doing anything else."

"Very well, Master." Doris looked down as Morel walked past her.

Earlier, Dorries explained about the place they were currently staying in, it was one of the most luxurious residences in the country, and only one percent of the people occupied it.

Morel realized that the place was amazing, so he wanted to pay more attention to the scenery in the building and admire it more. But just as he walked out of the Palace doors.

Morel was dumbfounded, having been greeted by the sight of a woman's rounded buttocks covered in tight pink leggings. He was stunned but couldn't tear his eyes away.

The woman seemed to be stretching by repeatedly bending over, then, as she moved her body to the left to pull her waist, their gazes met. The woman rounded her eyes and pointed at Morel irritably. "Hey, you pervert!" she shouted, making Morel flinch.