A knock on the door disturbed him immensely, diverting his focus from the file he was invested in. Xavier was forced to invite whoever it was on the other side of the door as he uttered, “come in,” in as dry a tone as possible.
Upon getting the permission, a maid stepped inside with an envelope in her hand as she approached him, stopping when she was near the table and cleared her throat as she found her master raising his one brow at her, “Another letter has arrived from England.”
Xavier’s posture visibly stiffened as he heard those words, his entire being seemed to shiver with the reminded pain and sorrow that had never subsided. Forced to dwell upon the bitter memories of the past, Xavier felt himself crumbling with the yearning he had suffered from as the thought of the person he had
