Amoral Heir - Chapter 8
It seemed that someone had come out the back door. Ignoring the wetness of her hair and body, Claudia threw herself on the window sill and looked down. But it didn’t look good. Even the voices of people talking could not be heard properly because of the rain. However, the atmosphere alone made it easy to read that it was a very serious situation.
The heavens and the earth, which had been so dark that it was impossible to tell the difference between friends and family, suddenly brightened. Then, a loud clap of thunder shook the valley. Surprised by that, Claudia hurriedly raised the body that had been folded in half.
All of her nerves were already directed downward. Claudia chewed her lower lip carefully, for some reason feeling uneasy and anxious.
“Let’s go down.”
It was a very impulsive decision, but it seemed like it had to be done. She frantically finds a shawl and wraps herself up and leaves the room. When she came down to the first floor, she saw a faint light coming from the back door toward the kitchen. Claudia held her breath and cautiously moved towards it. Fortunately, the door was open. A heavy, suffocating atmosphere flows out.
Despite the presence of about six people, no one moved. She couldn’t even hear any breathing, let alone talking. There was only the sound of rain hitting the ground. They all stared blankly at one place as if they had promised. Right away, a shabby dal cart standing outside.
‘What the hell is that??’
Claudia frowned even more and slowly moved towards it. Then her eyes widened in surprise. It was because Douglas was there. She can always see a single point of confusion.
He was a mess this night. He was seated right in front of the cart. It didn’t seem to mind getting caught in the rain. Douglas was looking down with a sad expression. Then, as the butler admonished him, he called out, ‘Master,’ and he let out a long, heavy breath and closed his eyes tightly. Then, with trembling hands, he tightly rolled up the dirty linen, full of dirt and mud, and slowly pulled it up and over the heating cart. Claudia realized belatedly that all the people gathered here were standing in a circle around the cart. A person who is solemn and heavy at first glance. It was a crisis.
Her heart was racing, it was beating fast.
‘What on earth is in the dal cart?’
Claudia swallowed dryly. Then, as if he could control her beating heart with her will, she pressed his left chest with her right hand and took a step forward. But she couldn’t walk far and had to stop. Flash! Because lightning strikes again. Unknowingly, she stood still in the intense flash. Then Claudia casually looked across from Douglas at the tallest man in the crowd. with a deep press
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