Andrew cut off the engine of his car and sat in front of his manor, looking at the large doors, deep in thought.
After Jason suggested he think about the night, he did and found something was really amiss.
Jason was right. How could he mistake Beatrice for Elara? Was he that intoxicated?
Andrew inhaled sharply before he pulled the keys out and stepped out of the car.
He locked the car and walked towards the manor, carefully assessing and repeating the words in his mind.
The sound of some shuffling came from upstairs when he reached inside, and he instinctively looked up, only to see Beatrice walking out with a suitcase in her hand.
His brows furrowed.
"What are you doing?" He asked.
Beatrice looked at him, a bit surprised.
"Andrew, I wasn't expecting to see you so soon. How did everything go?" She asked.
Andrew noticed her expression and found she looked weaker than before. And was that a bruise on her face?
"What happened to you?" He asked.
