When Jasmine Yale carried her suitcase down the stairs again, it was already noon.
She hadn't expected the process to drag on this long.
The villa was especially quiet at noon, with only the sunlight streaming down from the sky.
Most of the servants were resting, and not a sound of conversation could be heard.
After Chale Cheney left, the villa became even quieter.
The trees in the courtyard had already begun to sprout, though now they were still bare branches, soon they would grow green leaves.
Many sparrows were hopping and jumping joyfully on the courtyard's open ground.
Butler Santana heard the noise and looked towards the staircase.
He had not expected to see what he saw, and was startled.
"Miss Yale, are you leaving?" He hurried forward.
"I should go home."
"Go home? Which home? Isn't it good living here? Are the kitchen meals not to your liking?"
Jasmine shook her head, "No, it's very nice here."
"Then is it... because the young master left?"
