His face was pale. Sweat was dripping from his neck. Scratching his nape, he opened his mouth and, without saying anything, closed it.
I could tell he was more nervous than me. Maybe he feared that I would spread this news everywhere, or maybe he feared I would ask for something else to hide this fact.
"Hey. I apologise."
I knew the eldest young master was a good man at heart, but I didn't think that he would apologise for his father's behaviour. I thought he would try to manipulate me saying I have misunderstood or worse, blame me.
Because when it comes to family even a virtuous man can become a murderer.
"Would you mind following me to the garden?" He asked. It was dark everywhere, the candles lit in the corners provided a weak glow. I feared that if I were killed and buried, in this darkness, no one would even know.
"No need to be so frightened." Sensing my fear, the eldest young master uttered, "I only want to share some things."
"Okay."
