Chapter 11 Past Traumatic event
Kingsley sighed before walking out of the room, he didn't plan on meddling in her affairs anyway.
He gently shut the door after him. He descended the stairs and walked towards the living room. Raymond was sitting on one of the couches with one of his legs on the other.
Kingsley's eyes scanned the few boxes on the table and he stood in the middle of the living room to check out the content in the boxes.
His face was calm as he opened one of the boxes, he was busy inspecting it while saying "This looks good" he whispered in the quiet room.
Raymond hummed "The doctor had kept these drugs the moment they came into the country" he reported back, his eyes following Kingsley's movements.
Kingsley's face remained blank as his fingers caressed the bottles in the box, some sealed pills, and multiple unused syringes.
Nobody said a word, Kingsley checked the two other boxes that contained the same kinds of stuff.
"You can leave now," Kingsley said without looking at Raymond, he started packing the three boxes in his arm.
Raymond let out a sigh of relief as he gladly scurried away, he missed his bed already and he was so exhausted.
Kingsley turned off the lights in the living room before marching towards the stairs again.
His bedroom door clicked open, revealing a dim room that was covered in Grey paint, Grey curtains on the window and Grey bed sheets on the bed .