It was a rainy evening.
Old Sterling had no appetite for dinner as usual. After a few sips of soup, he pushed it away and was about to go upstairs when Cooper came and whispered, "Miss Schultz is, here again, standing at the door."
Old Sterling's face changed slightly.
She had not come for a long time since he asked the servant to stop her several times.
Why did she come again today?
After a moment's hesitation, Old Sterling went out of the villa and stood under the eaves. He saw the slender figure standing outside the carved gate with an umbrella in her hand.
The wind was getting stronger, and the rain increased. The umbrella was a poor shelter from the heavy rain.
The night wind set her shivering, but her eyes were fixed on an upstairs window.
That was Dylan's room.
She was surprised when Old Sterling came out.
"Sir! I want to see Dylan. Let me see him, please!" She cried in a trembling voice.