Chapter 8: Going Home
In the garden...
"Mr. White, the Miss is here," said the butler, a grizzled old man, to a middle aged man, looking to be in his 50s.
Said Mr. White, stiffened, his gaze on the newspaper froze on a particular word. Time itself seemed to have slowed down for the man to battle his disbelief.
After what seemed like forever, he shifted his gaze to the butler, "Are you telling the truth?"
The butler nodded, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "Miss Anita has returned home."
It’s been eight years since she last stepped foot into this building. She’d cut all ties with her family when they didn’t show up at her wedding.
Anita’s bold move had almost destroyed their branch of the family. That period, the White family encountered a devastating setback – Mrs. White was on her deathbed and the White empire was facing issues.
Even so, their daughter left and didn’t look back. The butler had gone to her numerous times, begging her to return home, but Anita refused to hear him out.
She claimed to have severed all ties with her family, and even took her husband’s name and dropped her White name.