Chapter 8 Skeleton in the Closet
Ariana Sutton’s POV
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saved out the whole night and yet I was not womed, nor did I want to find out where he was To learn mot to cate about bum was something I must do. And thus, I slept I woke up early the next morning and made a simple breakfast for
self. For one, I could relax. The piano lesson wouldn’t start until the afternoon I had some time, and the house needed cleaning. For three years, bet had a proper davefest Once I fished breakfast, I started cleaning the house. It was an
nharus task, cleaning a house as big as this residence.
Hours paved, and I barely finished cleaning the basement and first floor. A moment of rest later, I resumed work, this time cleaning Stefan’s study. When he left three years ago, the study was locked, stopping me from cleaning it. But now it was unlocked so I thought it should be cleaned. The first thing that greeted me once I entered was the scent of chist. It choked me, making the cough. Gotta get a mask. And I wore a mask. Fortunately, the windows were shut tight, so the dust wasn’t tost thick
I pushed the floor–to–ceiling windows open, inviting the rays of the sun to rain upon the study. Some of the doom and gloom was chased away replaced by the light of life.
It was already one when I finished cleaning the study. I plopped down on the couch, exhaustion shivering my bones. Now
had some time. I took a book out of a shelf and flipped through it. The moment I flipped it open, a piece of old fell to the ground
paper
It would be bad if the paper were to get crinkled This was Stefan’s study. Everything here belonged to him, and he would not brock
any scratches to his property. I quickly picked the paper up, but when I laid eyes on the content, it made me freeze. The essay on it was something I wrote back in elementary school My Brocher,
I didn’t realize this composition was missing from my book. It was certainly a surprise to see it here in Stefan’s study
The passage of time yellowed the paper and almost erased my handwriting, though I could still barely make it out. Not to brag but my handwriting was beautiful. Everything was still comprehensible, save for the word brother‘ Stefan erased all of them. Does he hate me that much? He won’t even let me call him brother.”
The sound of footsteps echoed through the air. Immediately, I folded the paper and stuffed it in my pocket, then I placed the book where it belonged before I exited the study. The moment I did. I ran into Stefan Nervous, I said, “Um..”
A frown creased his forehead. Stefan stared at me coldly, demanding, “Who said you could go in there?”
I tiddled with the hem of my shirt. “I–I just wanted to clean the place. It’s dirty, you know. And you need to use the study anyway. It’s done. If it’s about you not wanting me to touch your things, I can just hire someone else to clean the place”
He shoved me away mercilessly and checked the study himself. At the end of it, he looked a little calmer. Till get someone to clean this place up. You are not allowed in here. Just because you’re staying in this house doesn’t mean you own the place, get
I forced a smile and nodded. “Yes I have something to do, so see you later.” Thanks to him, I’ve learned how to ignore insults and live with suffering
But before I could leave, he blurted, “Why do you need money? Haven’t I given you enough? Do you know how embarrassing it is for me if someone were to find out you’re working part–time?”
He thanks I’m an embarrassment, huh? I stopped in my tracks, but I did not turn around as I answered. “Thanks for all the care you’ve shown me, but I’m an adult now I can find a job, so you don’t have to help me out. And it’s a legit job. Im not doing anything illegal. There’s nothing to be embarrassed about. And even if it was, nobody’s gonna relate me to you. We don’t even share the same last name.”
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