[Just wait till I do away with the useless bond, then you'll know just who you've messed with.]
He hated the fact that he couldn't kill her no matter how much he wanted.
He even hated his subordinates more for having to see him like this.
How pitiful.
*
The cut on the cat's leg had crust, it must've been injured for hours. I figured it'll be best if I disinfect it. I intend to ask Hanna for the first aid box but ever since she disappeared into the house, there wasn't a trace of her anywhere.
I walked back to the kitchen with little charcoal in my arms. When I came in, the mute old cook ignored my presence just like before and focused on making a giant pile of breakfast.
Is this all for the master? This is so biased. In all my stay here although the food has always been good, it was nowhere near this. I'm the mistress of the house, don't I deserve better as well?