Three years had passed, and Norton had grown quite thick-skinned.

After I had said those insulting things to him, he acted as if nothing had happened.

Sometimes he would stand nearby, watching me from a distance.

Other times, he would block my path, offering me breakfast or a bouquet of flowers.

But every time, I threw those things back in his face.

That day, by chance, Claire came back with me and happened to see Norton holding roses downstairs.

Claire had a fiery temper and immediately went up to him, giving him a fierce scolding.

By the time I realized something was wrong with Norton, it was already too late....