Silas spent that night trying to break through the door, where he could hear his mother screaming inside. But to no avail. He was too young and weak and helpless to help his mother from his father's merciless clutch.
That night, he realized that the loveliness in their homes wouldn't come back. His father had changed into someone he didn't know. Although he didn't have a full understanding, just like his mother, of why this was happening, Silas was aware they would break up. That was fine, though.
At a tender age, Silas thought it was better if his parents separated instead of seeing his mother get beaten up every night. It was better than seeing her cry every single day.
[Zhu Old Residence]
"Young Master Silas, do you want anything else?"
Silas looked up at the middle-aged man smiling down at him. He was currently in the pavilion in the north wing, being served with countless snacks — all his favorites.
