As the car pulled out of the parking lot, the sky roared and raindrops the size of beans started to patter down.

Moira stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, holding her cup, and gazed at the dark expanse in the distance. She couldn't help but tut.

It looked like it was going to rain for the better part of the day.

After a moment of watching the rain, she finished her drink, refilled her cup at the table, and planned to head upstairs to continue practicing the piano.

But just then, she heard a noise from the foyer.

Moira paused and looked up to see Barclay walking in expressionless.

Instinctively, she called out, "Mr. Covington, you're back?"

Barclay glanced at her and then crossed the room, heading downstairs.

Moira blinked and felt that Barclay seemed a bit off today.

At that moment, Rose emerged from the kitchen. "Mrs. Covington, is Mr. Covington back?"

Moira nodded. "Yes, he's back."

prepare dinner earlier

a

"No need, you just need to

and went back to her tasks, leaving

came in earlier. Sitting at the piano, she

seemed to be in a rather

It wouldn't be right for me to be so indifferent. A few days ago, I accidentally drank a drugged drink, and he even drove me to the hospital in the middle of the night!"

and grabbed a few candies, clutching

The basement was the entertainment area, with pool tables, table tennis, and audio-visual

Barclay was

must be on the

to the lower basement, finding it to be a wine

down, she spotted Barclay sitting on the floor,

legs sprawled out, he balanced a bottle of red wine on his bent right leg while his left

ease that suggested

watched for a moment before tentatively calling

of hostility

was the first time Moira

to retract her words, walking over and sitting

glass, then extended

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