When returning to the alley, it was almost dawn.
Nora Scott walked along a stretch of road in the chilly night, umbrella in hand. The streetlights cast a dim yellow glow, and the bluestone pavement had been washed clean and bright by the rain.
The main gate was ajar. She pushed it open, and the yard was pitch black, not a single light on.
Her high heels clicked crisply on the ground, interweaving with the pattering sound of the rain.
"Meow~"
After closing the umbrella and tossing it into the bucket, Nora bent down at the entrance to change her shoes and suddenly heard Rose's call.
Rose quietly crept over, circling around her. Once Nora set her shoes aside, she picked up Rose and carried her into her arms, stepping into the living room.
At this moment, the door to Antonio Easton's bedroom opened, spilling out light. The young caretaker, who was rotating shifts to look after Antonio, stepped in.
