"I put the bag on the bedside table and wrote a letter to her," Alfred informed Caden.

"And. What's the letter containing about?" Caden asked narrowing his brows at Alfred as they walked to the elevator.

"Informing her to leave as soon as she can," Alfred answered and Caden halted taking a quick look at him.

"Tone?" Caden asked still looking at Alfred.

"I definitely can't..." Alfred paused seeing that Caden was looking icily at him. "Uhm... Professional."

"You really shouldn't have bothered writing anything." Caden scorned and Mr. Alfred bowed a bit.

The elevator opens as they walk in.

It was Saturday morning.

Caden had left the sleeping Gladys...