Godfather's Ward

llian hoped to hear from the perpetrators, anything at all about her brother, how h

all her family's asset were also confiscated in a claim that her father w

hand in all that but she was powerless and there was nothing she could do but to watch her f

ame. Even all the workers had quit working and the whole house

ough, the house was more like a stage set for a horror movie, the source of all t

is the only thing that still connects her to her family in a way. More

t sleep after she woke up from another nightmare, which in other wor

ned knowing no one was in the house except her. Perhaps, it's the people she has been hoping she could see a

on of hers was wrong. Her heart rate increased when the tho

otential intruder out there. Her painting brushes? Not even close to a weapon. Her laptop? Too

, cliche but always effective. She picked up the lamp and qui

w but she could see the silhouette of a person. Lillian pressed the light switch

are you doing her

about to ask another question when her eyes landed on the gold-colored box in the strange

her mother's jewelry box. Lillian sighed

he lamp she had held in front o

disappearing into the night. Lillian exhaled in exhaustion as

ly wishing for the appearance of their parent's murderer. To her though, her reason was justified. It's

and give them the sketches of the faces she remembered. The one that stood out and is ve

he impossible when she could have done something to prevent it? Perhaps, if done skillfully a

ose leg she had held and begged not to take her brother away. The face o

chair and got to work. Within twenty minutes, Lillian was done painting the stranger's face and she

e is going to reveal everything to the police officer she trusted the most, Peter