Having served Madam for so long without reaping much benefits, Bartlett Parker now found himself in a predicament and was worried that he would get into even more trouble.
Bartlett regretted getting himself involved in this mess.
The study room was swallowed by an uncomfortably thick silence as no one dared to utter a word.
The incessant ticking of the wall clock echoed in the room, mirroring the fluctuations of Bartlett's anxious heartbeats.
"Mom." A hoarse voice from the young man broke the silence in the room.
Belen Philbert and Bartlett both turned their heads in response.
The young man stood frail and pale, shrouded in an oversized garment that hung loosely around his emaciated frame.
He seemed feeble and could barely walk but for the wall he leaned on. Seeing this, Belen quickly rushed to support him.
"Young Master, why are you up?" she asked.
He waved her off with a firm hand and continued looking sternly at the elegant figure standing with her back towards him.
