Rion looked at his bandaged hand and remembered Odette treating his wound.
'Let me help you.'
Now Rion remembered the words of Odette who wanted to help him.
A faint smile appeared on his face. In his heart, he thanked Odette for treating his hand, but he hoped that Odette would also treat the wound in his heart, that was, his mental wound.
He shook his head once and tried to get rid of the things he didn't deserve. He walked over and took the clothes that Odette had prepared earlier, then put them on and walked out. Rion felt five times more comfortable wearing the shirt than the scarf.
He suddenly felt stupid. He entered his study and sighed as he looked at the pile of work on his desk. He felt tired but he couldn't rest, no but rather he didn't want to rest.
His grandfather had made him that way. The old fart never let him rest if his work was not finished.
