I know you don't like to be romantic

Francisco's steady stride towards the mansion drew the attention of the household staff. The sight of the bloodstain on his shirt elicited concern, and their worried inquiries rang out.

"Master, you are bleeding?"

"We need to call Ms. Diana."

However, Francisco, with a gesture of his hand, dismissed the suggestion. "It's okay now."

"Did she not come home?"

"No, master."

"Where is Max?"

"He has not returned home yet."

A sense of tension lingered in the air as the household awaited their master's next move. Francisco, seemingly unperturbed, took a deep breath and proceeded towards the staircase. However, his solitude was interrupted by the sudden appearance of Emily, who had materialized on the second floor.

Emily's arched brows showed her concern as she spotted the bloodstain on Francisco's shirt. With a worried expression, she dashed towards him, inquiring urgently, "Francisco, what happened to you? Who hurt you?"

Francisco's dismissal of Emily was as cold as the air that hung heavy i