Impatiently, he rolled his eyes at me and pointed toward the closed door again. I felt nothing and without thinking, simply followed his order. Mr. Montevalles’ memory surged to me like falls the moment I touched the doorknob.
He was like that man, Mr. Arquia. I’m not sure if Mr. Montevalles had killed anyone before, too, but if he did, then he’s no longer different from that old man. But Dion said Mr. Arquia was from Yves’ mother.
I sighed heavily. To think that Yves and Yohan directly come from two cruel blood…
“I still don’t agree with this, but he insisted that he wants to talk to you.”
I turned to him. His face was blank. When he said nothing, I turned the door open. It was the same as before. There are only minor changes with few furniture and the curtains that are now spotless
