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At the Mansion A maid, dressed neatly and appearing around her late 40s, opened the gate to dispose of trash. She paused. Her eyes widened slightly. “…Young master?” Victor walked in. Soaked. Dragging his feet. His hair dripping. His eyes red from crying. He didn’t respond. Didn’t even look up. He …

At the Mansion A maid, dressed neatly and appearing around her late 40s, opened the gate to dispose of trash. She paused. Her eyes widened slightly. “…Young master?” Victor walked in. Soaked. Dragging his feet. His hair dripping. His eyes red from crying. He didn’t respond. Didn’t even look up. He just walked past her… like a shadow of who he used to be. At the Apartment The door slammed shut. “YOU’RE HOME! , Hannah But Hannah ran past her mother. Straight to her room. And locked the door.