"Besides, during these two days you were away, that little girl came to deliver wine and food to this old man every day. Life has been extremely comfortable."
"How about you leave for a few more days, to save me the trouble of her not coming anymore now that you're back."
"Oh?" Alex was curious. He turned his head and focused his gaze.
It was none other than Isolde, currently cleaning up the messy cups, bowls, and chopsticks that Sylra had just finished enjoying.
Meeting Alex's chilling, icy gaze, Isolde shuddered all over.
A delicate porcelain bowl in her hands fell directly to the ground, shattering into pieces.
Alex smiled faintly, walking unhurriedly toward Isolde with his hands behind his back.
Isolde's face was pale as paper, her entire body felt numb, as if electrocuted. Unable to move a single inch.
She just stared blankly as Alex walked up to her step by step and bent down to pick up the broken porcelain pieces on the ground.
"Why so careless?"
"S... sorry..."
