He must have seen my message. After hanging up, I couldn't sleep and had nothing to do, so I went straight to Maxwell Harrington's study.
I'd been too busy with work before and rarely had time to browse books there. Now that I finally had a break, I might as well take it easy.
Maxwell's study was spacious, filled with a wide variety of books. I aimlessly flipped through a few picture books for a while, but soon my back and waist ached.
Putting the book down, I wandered idly around and accidentally noticed a small, somewhat worn cabinet tucked in the calligraphy corner.
Out of curiosity, I opened it and found several old photographs. They were clearly from years ago, but I could tell they were mostly of Maxwell as a child.
I'd never met Maxwell's parents. In one faded photo, a young co
