Chapter 7 The world won’t wait for you
~Davis Mansion~ It's been a few weeks since Davis return to the mansion but the ones peaceful and happy home had transformed into a home of fear where everyone had to thread cautiously. In the kitchen, a group of maids huddled together, their whispers filled with unease. Their faces apprehensive with anxiety etched into their expressions, as they spoke in hushed tones about the unpredictable temper of their boss that could flare into violence in an instant.
"Did you see him today? He threw a glass at the wall when the gardener asked about the new flowers," one said, her voice trembling.
"He's terrifying," another whispered. "I heard he shouted at Henry again this morning."
"He wasn't like this before the accident," the cook said softly, glancing toward the study. "He's hurting."
"That doesn't mean we're not," the first maid muttered.
"He should at least consider that his situation isn't our making", another chimed.
Ethan standing at the door was furious "Are you ready to leave?", he asked with his tone icy. The maids were startled and quietly bowed their heads in submission. "We are sorry sir", they echoed.
Ethan issued a stern before he turned on his heel towards the study —Davis sanctuary since his return.
It's been weeks since Davis returned to this home but he has become an unrecognizable man from who he had once been. He had transformed into someone irritable and bitter. His frustrations boiled all over erupting unpredictably as it creates a tense atmosphere that seeped into every corner of the house.
Despite the exquisite furnishings and serene environment, the house now feels more depressing than ever. Every member of the house avoids Davis as plague while they ensure to work with little or no noise to attract his attention and avoid his fury and will occasionally gather in the kitchen to talk about the day.