Chapter 3: Unexpected Encounter
The night was quiet and cold, the streetlights radiating long palls across the pavement as Mason Liu stepped out of his office building. He had just finished closing a major business deal, but there was no joy on his face. There never was. With his sharp suit, tall frame, and cold black eyes, Mason looked like the kind of man who didn’t need anyone, and he liked it that way.
He adjusted his coat and walked to his car, not in a hurry. Tonight wasn’t just about business. It was the night he always visited his mother’s grave. No matter how late it got, Mason never missed it. He didn’t believe in emotions, but when it came to his mother, the cold mask on his face sometimes cracked, even if just a little.
"Where to, Sir?" The driver asked, despite knowing where he was headed off to.
Mason rested his head and closed his eyes. "I’m sure you know what day it is today, Mr. James." He replied coldly in a calm voice that had driver James sitting up straight.
He scolded himself for even asking such a silly question.
He hurriedly started the car and drove directly to the cemetery.
When they arrived, he told driver James to wait in the car. Mason walked between the gravestones, each step slow and heavy. When he arrived at his destination, he let out a sigh. At his mother’s grave, he slowly sat down and placed a small bottle of wine beside her stone. He poured a drink, then another, sipping quietly as he stared at the name engraved in stone.
He sat in silence, relishing in the peacefulness that always surrounded his troubled heart each time he came here.
After a while of silence, he finally spoke. "Still no cure, Mother," he muttered under his breath, his voice tight with pain. "Still stuck with these stupid allergies."
He clenched his jaw. Life had always been unfair to him ever since his mother, Martha Liu, died in a plane crash.
He suddenly developed an illness that had him distancing himself from everyone. No one except his driver and P. I knew about it.