What now?
Stanhope Brown could only stoop down, lift Mushroom with one hand and put it in, then finally close the door and leave.
Last night, the window was not closed, and the curtain was not drawn...
It was not until sunlight poured in through the window, casting light on Grace Gordon's closed eyes and face, that she woke up.
Grace rubbed her eyes and blinked sleepily. On the grand bed, there was only her. The room bore no trace of Stanhope Brown's presence. It was as if... everything last night had been a dream.
If Grace remembered correctly, Stanhope Brown clearly said that he had requested leave for Grace at his place, asking her to accompany him to visit his grandmother today.
Could it be... really just a dream?
Grace got up, used her hand to cover her lips and yawned. She felt incredibly thirsty, picked up the water cup intending to go to the kitchen for water...
