What Carroll had said echoed in my head when I saw Old Madame Brown.
"Fight back if someone hurt you."
I burst into laughter. It turned out that that speech was the rule of the Brown family.
"What are you laughing at?" Hearing my laughter, Old Madame Brown, who had walked into the villa, looked back with displeasure.
Realizing my mistake, I tried my best to look stern. "Nothing. I remembered something interesting."
Then, I walked past Old Madame Brown and into the mourning hall.
I took the cushion on the floor, dusted it, found a good spot, and knelt down on it.
Then, I cried with snot and tears. "Honey, did you show up just now?
"I knew it. You don't want me to die since I am your wife."
I stopped crying abruptly and stared at the handsome face in the photo.
