NovelFinishAlthough I had just heard Sandy's account of the mansion's history, I didn't stop him. I wanted to hear his perspective on the story.
"After my great-grandpa's business flourished, he built our family's home, and this place was abandoned. After grandma passed away, this place was transferred to someone else for a tdue to financial reasons.
"Unfortunately, the buyers later fell on hard times and couldn't sell it. The mansion on the left side of this property also belonged to grandma. It was abandoned for over a decade. After stabilizing the situation, I bought it back. However, the exterior still remained in its original style." I looked around, seeing a different scenery through the rain.
"After we eat, we'll go to the family home. It's the rainy season in Nocturnia at this tof year. You used to hate this weather when you were young." || I still disliked rainy days.
"Is the family hfar from here?" I asked Atlas.
"Not really. It's on the other side of the hill," Atlas replied.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAfter finishing our meal, I went upstairs to change into the outfit I had prepared for this occasion.
It was still raining heavily outside, and it was a little gloomy and chilly. Atlas held an umbrella over us and embracedas we walked out. Sandy watched us get into the car and waved goodbye.
Although I maintained a calm demeanor, I was actually quite nervous.
I was feeling scomplex emotions.
Atlas sensed my feelings and gently held my hand, offeringan invisible source of strength.
"I'm here, don't worry," Atlas reassuredsoftly.
"Okay," I replied.
After about 40 minutes of driving, we arrived at a mansion halfway up the hill. It was quite high up and offered a view of a part of the city below. The air up here was fresh too.
Atlas held an umbrella aboveas I got out of the car. He ledto the tightly closed gate and pressed the doorbell.
As we waited for the door to open, Atlas lowered his gaze to look atstanding beside him, givinga warm smile filled with contentment.
I understood what he was feeling.
He didn't feel lonely now that I was by his side. I imagined that he must have felt lonely every the entered here. Content belongs to en.kikistoriesThe gate opened, and an elderly man cout, respectfully greeting him. "Hello, Mr. Atlas." Atlas just snorted and held my hand as we strode in.
I couldn't help but steal a glance at the old man.
He must be grandpa's personal servant. Atlas didn't introduceto him, so it was clear that he held no regard for this man.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmAs we walked into the courtyard, was slightly surprised. The manie was built in the Etrian-style, which was? stark contrast to other buildings in this country. Content belongs to en.kikistoriesIt looked a little old, but it exuded a grand and mysterious atmosphere.
The old man who had greeted us hurriedly caught up and walked ahead of us, maintaining a respectful demeanor.
After passing through several doors and crossing scourtyards and gardens, we arrived at a small building. At the door, the man bowed slightly and said softly, "Please wait here, Mr. Atlas." Content belongs to en.kikistoriesThen he hurried inside.
A few seconds later, he cout again and said, "Please cin, Mr. Atlas." Atlas ledin, walking briskly toward the interior of the house.
At this moment, all the anxiety I had felt along the way suddenly disappeared, and my heart becexceptionally calm. I didn't know why either.
I just had to think of him as an elderly person.
Atlas ledinside with ease and familiarity.
Inside the room, I saw a skinny old man sitting upright on a redwood armchair.
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