Meanwhile on the other side of the picture, Renna followed behind Cara, while her brain was continuously beeping a certain thought.
'Let me see how you will let me take care of Morgan. I am waiting for your reply, Kyril Ross!'
An evil grin appeared on Renna's face while she ascended the staircase, smoothly as a light silken cloth.
Passing by a narrow corridor towards the right side Cara halted in front of a toom with the door slightly ajar.
"This is my son's room, we have not given it to any person not even for renting purpose. You can use it for now I will bring you the clothes, Renna."
Cara finished her brief speech while the saddened orbs were still darted more likely peeking into the past memory.
"Yes aunt."
Renna wanted to switch the old woman towards the present time, by dragging her out of the past gruesome memory.
"Clothes?"
The young lady reminded Cara of the reason for what she had came up with her.
"Oh? Oh yeah."
