"It's Johann Klover's grandson."
"What?!" the gardener was shocked. "It's not our young master Darren? Where do you hear this?"
Oldman Dunn shrugged and tried to calm the gardener down. "Relax! It's just a rumour floating around. Nobody knows the validity of it."
While the gardener continued to process the rumour in his mind, the old man glanced from the corner of his eyes and noticed a silhouette who had been secretly listening to them disappear a while ago.
A subtle smile formed on Oldman Dunn's lips.
....
Wham!
The sound of the whip echoed for the last time before Darren stopped his whipping.
He looks down, casting a disdainful gaze on the servant who is now lying on the ground.
"Huff, huff, huff," Darren's breath ragged and his chest heaved up and down.
Something heavy seemed to lift off his shoulders. The sadistic satisfaction he derived from tormenting the helpless servant provided a perverse sense of euphoria.
