~Mia Mondragon~
Albert Ros thought to himself so that there have been torture to his life all these years. The bead is the only thing that could take his pain away. If I did not lose my memory, all this won't be happening.
Albert Ros sighed, maybe this was the most regrettable thing in his life.
At this time, I, who was busy in the kitchen, did not know anything about all this that he went through, and there were words in my mouth cursing Albert Ros.
For several days in a row, Albert Ros returned to his mansion on time at three o'clock in the afternoon. I also gradually accepted helplessly, and began to prepare dinner for Albert Ros at about two o'clock.
The intention was to let Albert Ros let me out. I had not seen my mother for a long time, and I did not have a mobile phone, even if
