The talk

The Halls of Andrew mansion seemed unusually quiet to Blair. She was used to the silence since the huge place was occupied by only few people. However, something was off the day. The air seemed too tense. Something was wrong. She could sense it.

"I'm sorry." Hearing that from Mr Park had left her in a worried state. He had called her over to the mansion as soon as possible. She clutched the wine bottle safely in her palms. She had bought it for their dinner, but sensing the grave atmosphere, she was convinced that the dark red liquid would not see the night.

She saw Mr Park standing outside her uncle's study. His hands were clasped together and head was hanging low. There was some sort of trouble, she could guess from his posture. She tried talking to him, but instead of listening to her, he just pointed his thumb towards the study, motioning her to go inside. She obeyed his wishes by leaving him alone in the long corridor.

"You heard what Park said. She knew about this but still ch