Chapter 10

I was cleaning Calix’s body inside the mansion. After that, I drew some blood from his finger and dripped it into the glass on the table.

I gently wrapped the plaster around his needlepoint wound.

“Look at you; you’re sleeping peacefully and comfortably here. Have you ever thought of Yogi? I don’t believe our son is mute. He must have been used to being bullied by the Smith family and ended up being too traumatized to speak.

“If you wake up and see how skinny Yogi is and his scars and bruises, I believe your heart will break.”

I heaved a sigh. What’s the point of talking to a crippled man?

I rose and took his dirty long pants to the bathroom to wash them.

A stinky stench entered my nostrils after I came out of the bathroom.

I pulled Calix’s quilt away, and the smell became stronger.

“Seriously? Calix, are you torturing me? Didn’t I ask if you wanted to poo just now? If you want, you have to do it quickly so I can change your clothes at a time. I’ve just put on clean clothes on you, an