Silas was taking a shower when the door of his bedroom was knocked harshly. His hazel eyes narrowed into slits as he glared at the door. For god's sake! He groaned. His tensed muscles were still stiff as he walked towards the door while wrapping the towel around his waist as he held back the urge to kill the person who disturbed him at this hour.
He was already tired. Last night was still playing with his mind and this led him to spend whole night with his mother, crying and talking like a mentally retarded person. The fact that he was drunk, added gruesome to his dignity. He had never visited his mother drunk.
But the memories were still sober.
Sighing, he opened the door.
"G-Good morning, Master Anderson."
The made bowed her head down, her hands clasped in front and Silas noted the
