The man's grave expression immediately melted into a warm gentle one.
"Are you telling the truth?" The man jumped up and rushed out of his study, leaving the old man with his mouth still wide open.
He was just about to answer his master's question, but his master had already left him.
The old man immediately followed his master out of the room.
He could not help but shake his head when thinking about his master.
The old man let out a long sigh, his master had been borderline obsessed with the mistress since she arrived years ago.
He could still remember how his master would sometimes laugh and cry while talking to her. He could not help but wonder what happened between the two of them before.
His master told him that she was his wife, but he had never believed him.
Wife? Who would put their wife in a basement hidden from the world?
