The woman's eyes widened and her lips parted but words no longer escaped as she looked at Haruki with a hand dramatically on her chest.
Haruki could easily guess that it was someone who entered the wrong room but this time, the woman who entered the room was someone he knew all too well.
It's been over a decade since he saw her last but she looked younger than she did then. The only imprint of time her body allowed in the past years was the greyness of her hair.
Obviously, she was living well, maybe even more than he could ever have imagined. That must have to do with the money sent to her account every month without fail.
It was quite a large sum after all, she looked after him from the day his parents died until the day his grandfather came for him when they weren't related. Her years of doing multiple jobs had come to an end as so did the life of the man who made life hard for her.
