Adam's pupils constricted when he learned that the small, open book was in fact a journal.
The name of the Howlett Family patriarch was written on the first page, followed by his journal entries.
Jason Howlett… Adam thought inwardly, So the patriarch kept a journal, huh?
He reached out for the book, its cover worn and cracked with age. The leather was stiff and its edges were slightly torn, indicating that it had been handled many times before.
For some reason, Adam felt that there was something deeply unsettling about this journal.
A strange sense of unease grew in his heart as he took a deep breath and flipped over the page. The handwriting was surprisingly neat, each letter carefully formed in cursive style.
'I have finally shifted to this estate. I believe this to be a great honor. However, my wife and children think otherwise. They cannot bear the constant wails of the trees outside. But I'm sure they'll get used to it.'
