At the end of the day, Archibald was disheartened.

He recalled how he had reconciled with Gwynn back then. It was as lively and cheerful as tonight, too. The stained-glass pendant lights were hung all over the entire villa.

Yeah. Those pendant lights were a thing of beauty.

So, he summoned Saul. He said casually that he wanted to fiddle with it and asked his assistant to fetch one over for him.

Saul was stunned.

After a moment, he freshened up his master’s cup of tea and said warmly, “You must’ve forgotten, Mr. Archibald… All the pendant lights in the villa were smashed on your orders.”

The old man didn’t come to his senses for a while. “Smashed? Are you telling me that not even a single one is left?”

Saul didn’t respond to that question.

Archibald dropped the matter and resorted to sitting there quietly, wallowing in the bitter feeling of being alone.

So much time had passed. He was surprised at how lonely he had become.

Anderson had rebelled against him for the past yea