CH:8 your death

Emma went inside the bungalow and saw that there was a lot of mess created already.

"Did your master have a party last night?" Emma asked the watchmen curiously.

"Umm yes, madam he instructed me to not tell you about that." The watchmen replied apologetically.

Emma went straight inside the house, and directly headed toward the bedroom upstairs. The master bedroom door was closed and locked.

Emma gave a thundering knock on the door, making the person inside the room awake.

"Who the hell is there?" The person inside the room shouted.

"Your death," Emma replied without any emotion in her voice as if she was quite angry.

Hearing her voice the door was rapidly opened.

As the door opened Emma's eyes met with those pair of eyes, whom she sought to see every time.

That familiar face, that familiar aura makes her feel exceptionally sentimental.

"Why you came here?" The frontman asked her.

"For you," Emma replied.

"Is everything going okay between you and your husband?"

"I don't want to discuss personal matters." Emma quickly retorted before he could ask for any detail.

Just don't be personal it's not like it was before, we parted ways years ago, so stop being concerned.

"Then you should go to my office, the home is not where we should discuss our work." The man replied and stepped towards Emma trying to be closer to her.

"Grandpa, wants you to meet you," Emma said.

"And your family is also concerned about you, you should go and check on them," Emma added.

"Family? Which family?" The man puts his hands inside his pockets while looking at Emma, childishly as if he doesn't know about his family.

"Stop joking around," Emma spoke promptly.