Chapter 11: Another George Smith.

Although the house, no, the mansion was so big that I was sure that twenty people could live in there, no one would notice because of how spacious and large it was. Yet, I was suffocating like I was in a closed place.

Can I really remain here? Can I live with them?

I stood in the middle of the room one of the maids took me to, I kept staring at the large place, it was so big, bigger than I and Benson's room.

This was my father's house, so it was my house as well, but was it really my house? From what happened back there downstairs, I could tell that they weren't interested in wanting to know me or have anything to do with me.

Was that why Mother didn't want me to come with Father in the first place?

"Ma'am, would you need anything else?" The voice of the maid pulled me out of my reverie. I blinked and smiled at her,

"No, that would be all. Thank you very much,"

She made a small bow before leaving the room, I watched her keenly as she walked away. I didn't even know why I was star