Death is a bitch.

"Not at all, Aunt!" Before closing the sitting room door, Arthur exclaimed.

I had finally had the opportunity to laugh. "Hahaha." I burst out laughing. "Why do I get the impression you're avoiding her?" I questioned Mister Handsome because I had noticed a change in Arthur's behavior shortly after Astrid suggested they have some fun by drinking wine.

"I don't want to spend time with her, and I'm fully aware that she misses me, but she's a drinking freak, and I don't think I'll be able to stand a drinking competition with her." Arthur explained before leading me to the car garage.

He sat me beside the driver's seat and immediately accelerated the car engine after taking his seat.

The weather was nice and beautiful, so I looked out the car window as we drove through town. "So you're afraid that if you drink with her, you'll end up drunk, right?" I asked Arthur as I continued to stare at passers-by, most of whom appeared to be on their way to work.

Arthur nodded his head in response to my