It was my second day in the mansion, yet I was not able to sleep throughout the night. My eyes were as swollen as if I had been beaten up by bullies. The death of my uncle still weighed heavily on me, and I wished I could turn back time and perhaps help him in the situation through any miraculous means available.
No matter the luxurious food my private chef had prepared for me and the wait downstairs for me to eat, I did not. I was up in the room Robert had shown me since the night before, still sobbing like a child who had lost her dearest parent.
Nevertheless, the death of my uncle had not gone unnoticed, and the television in my room had been left turned on since the moment I had taken to the room.
Though I was not focusing on the TV but only on my imaginary thoughts for my uncle and
