Ray Mckinley knocked on the study room door several times without any response, so he gently pushed the door open from outside.
As the door to the study room was opened, he peeked inside.
What he saw was Abraham Redington sitting behind the wide desk, slightly lifting his chin, his cold and deep blue eyes gazing outside the window, appearing both thoughtful yet perhaps not.
Ray Mckinley instinctively looked outside through the study room's wide and transparent floor-to-ceiling window.
It was late autumn, and sycamore leaves were swirling down, gathering into golden shallows.
At such a time, when could the young master observe so intently?
Ray Mckinley increased his strength again, knocking on the door heavily, saying in a respectful tone, "Young master, Miss Molly has arrived."
Downstairs in the living room, Molly Wellington had already arrived.
The man, who was originally staring far away out the window, turned his icy blue eyes upon hearing Ray Mckinley's words.
