A Graduation Gift

The morning came.

Rufus took off last night, leaving Cassandra in the arms of a restless sleep.

She opened her eyes at first light. Still too early, but it was impossible for her to go back to sleep. Cassandra lay awake in bed, waiting for the tell-tale signs of morning to rouse her from her half-asleep state. That morning at breakfast, there was still no trace of Rufus. Hadn't he returned last night?

On the table were only two people - Horace, wearing a glum expression and Jill who was her usual grumpy self. Lionel's seat remained empty, too. Cassandra had no idea where he was.

"Good morning," she greeted the older couple politely.

Neither of them responded, as if they didn't hear her. Cassandra proceeded to sit down uncomfortably, watching her motions as if fearing that the smallest movement would disturb the two. She took a glass of milk and drank it with uncharacteristic attention, as Horace and Jill continued to sit wordlessly.

After a while, the silence became too excruciating and Cassandra could not help but ask,"Where is Rufus? Haven't seen him lately?"

Jill's head shot up at her words, as if she had said something unforgivable. She looked at Cassandra, her eyes silently speaking in daggers.

For some implacable reason, Cassandra felt as if she had made an offense. She lowered her head, waiting for Jill's reproach, although it was not clear what upset her. But instead, Horace spoke, letting off a heavy sigh as he looked at Cassandra.

"He is not here. He probably won't be home for a long time," he said sorrowfully, his eyes drowning Cassandra with an unknown grief. He closed his eyes and continued,"This is all my fault."

It was rare for Horace to be in such low spirits. He seemed to be holding in something.

"What happened?" Cassandra pressed.

She had not been able to shake the feeling from last night. She had been ill-at-ease, as if something was not right.

"Don't blame yourself. That woman died of illness. You are not to blame,"

Jill, who had been quiet, said with a sour tone. Cassandra's paled at her words.

That woman? Died of illness?

Horace turned to Jill sharply and said,"You! Do not involve yourself in matters that do not concern you! Rufus is preparing his mother's funeral abroad, so he won't be home for some time. I owe him and his mother everything..."

heaved another rueful sigh, and Jill spoke

the atmosphere turned from uncomfortable to claustrophobic. Cassandra's mind reeled from the realizations, and somehow, a part her ached.

It was no wonder he acted so oddly

their relationship, she guessed that Rufus wouldn't take the circumstances well. It was clear, especially last night, that he

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quickly, not having time to think her words over. The moment she uttered her words, she realized her mistake. Jill was

remind you that you are Lionel's wife. Why are you so concerned with that? This is none of your business. You are NOT in a position to talk about

'Jill is really unreasonable. Why

burst out exclaiming,"Why are you yelling at Cassandra? I don't want to hear you speak of Rufus

flinched at the anger in his voice, said nothing but to give Cassandra a resentful glance, her tears quivering

callous woman's tears, Cassandra felt guilty. She didn't know it would upset her that much, and voiced out an

to the food on her plate. Even the rest of her meal looked cold and unappetizing, as if it had

could not have known..." Horace replied gently, his eyes growing distant as he continued. "Even I want to see her one more

slowly shaking his head and walking away from the table with heavy steps that echoed through the room. Cassandra watched

the table, Cassandra blinked absently, a strange feeling brewing up

At the company

of the events that transpired last night. No one even mentioned a word about the seemingly abrupt change to her assistant. it was as if everything had settled back into its old flow, and as usual, there was plenty of work to be done and deadlines to beat. The buzz of the activity calmed

her was almost finished, and she completed the rest that

After his review, the design would be

it would mark the successful completion of her first project in the Tang Group. She lightened up at the prospect, leaning back on her chair

drifted, and she found

about Rufus

her mind - his tired, dispirited eyes, and the silent desperation when he held her in his arms. A frown subconsciously appeared on

even imagine the depths of his sorrow.

that he had been living alone with his mother. It must be a heavy blow

see that Rufus was definitely not a simple man. This time, he was willing to return to Tang Group, probably with

now. Is he alright?' she wondered. Cassandra's thoughts occupied her brain. She was biting her lip subconsciously, the delicate lines of her face

the door brought