Chapter 436: A bitch till the end.
Brian stared dazedly at the image on the screen without knowing how much time had passed. His brain refused to get out of the trauma he was in. The young man looked to his right and then left. Now he understood why he had the best room with the best interiors in the house. He used to think that Nancy made his room this way to cage him, but now, he started to imagine how excited she was when this room was being designed.
Brian stood up and rushed to Nancy’s room, hoping she might still be there. The number of times he had come here could be counted with one hand–they were when he had grown to this age. Most of the time, the door would be locked. But this time, his trembling hand was able to open the door without effort.
Entering the room, it has no life at all. The white walls and white furniture reminds him of a VIP ward in a hospital. His dazed eyes roamed the room for a moment before he trudged to her bed and slowly raised the screen.
Just like Nancy, her bed looked cold and lonely. A teardrop slipped down his eye and he slumped on the neatly arranged bed, but his nose couldn’t take a whiff of her scent, which meant she didn’t sleep on the bed for some days.
Had she been sitting all night? Or... he suddenly remembered that Jeslyn had told him she saw Nancy at the garden in the middle of the night. Does that not imply that she had been roaming the house, unable to sleep for days? No wonder she was growing paler and paler!
What had she been thinking? Why was she punishing herself?!
Brian’s mind snapped. He heard that one of Nancy’s right-hand men was killed but he never thought to see how she was doing, yet they lived under the same roof. Yesterday, she didn’t come out to eat. He should have known that something was wrong when she also didn’t come out today for breakfast, a tradition they never broke, unless they aren’t home.
Brian’s hold on the white sheets tightened with every realization that crossed his mind. Veins popped on his arms and forehead. The young man was dying of guilt. He mustered strength and got up to his feet and moved to her closet.
It was filled with clothes but when he looked closely, two were missing– her favorite dresses. They weren’t her most expensive or her best, yet she had worn them more than she had worn others.