Mr. Blitz (3)

[Two hours later.]

"Where do I put these bags, Young Master?" The old butler asked Blake as he motioned towards the ten suitcases which were lined by the entrance, right next to the main door.

When presented with a single option which would grant him the divine forgiveness of her twin sister, Blake could only accept it. There was no way that he would let Lillian go on her own with Katherine, and stay at their mansion under her care. So, he had no other choice but to accompany her.

It wasn't a secret to Katherine as well. She knew how much protective Blake could get over things and people which held any importance in his life. She couldn't say anything about Lillian being important to Blake, but she wasn't blind to completely ignore how protective he was of her.

Hence, she had smartly used the card for her own advantage, dragging Blake along with herself back to home. Or else, there was no way she would have been able to successfully drag him out of the base.

"I don't know. Just ask the staff to put them anywhere for now." Blake heaved out a tired sigh as his dark brown eyes roamed over the long row of suitcase.

Around six of them belonged to Katherine, while the remaining four were filled with his and Lillian's clothes. He didn't know how, but her sister managed to bring more stuff every time she returned back.

"What about the ladies?" The old butler asked him in a hushed tone as he titled his head slightly to the right, pointing towards their hugging bodies.

"Let them be for now." Blake's eyes followed the direction he was pointing in, and he muttered under his breath. "You should go and rest, Uncle Robert. I will stay here and keep an eye on them." He added with a nod.

He was more than thankful to the old man for coming along when he could have a better life back at the base. He knew if it wasn't for him, he would definitely end up being crazy after taking care of those two.

"I will after I have instructed the staff to start preparing for lunch." The old man replied with a polite smile. "Are you sure that they will be done before that?" He added as he sneaked a glance at Katherine and Lillian.

The two ladies were sitting on the sofa with one hugging the other. Katherine had her arms wrapped around Lillian petite figure as she cried into her neck. Meanwhile, Lillian continued to sit there patiently as she patted her back every now and then.

Their posture hadn't changed since the moment they arrived at the mansion. And this was exactly how it had been all through their journey. The two young ladies were snuggled at the backseat of the car with Katherine crying into Lillian's arm, exactly how she was doing it now.

Looking at his sister's condition, Blake cursed himself internally. He was regretting bringing up Mr. Blitz in the conversation. He should have right away offered to accompany her here if that was what she wanted in the first place.

There was one other thing which he was regretting more. He didn't want to do it, but since Katherine had demanded to know the whole truth, he had to tell her how Mr. Blitz had died back then.

It wasn't some bad kidney, or some cancerous mass which had killed Mr. Blitz. It was a road accident. He could vividly remember the day when he had stepped out of the mansion to look for the furry ball of mischief, only to find him lying in the center of the road.

When he found him, it was already too late for the cat's soul had already left the body. There was no pulse to find, no matter how hard he tried to look for it. Moreover, looking at the tire mark which was running across the stomach of the cat, he could tell that it was no use to call the vets.

"I wish I didn't have to tell her the truth." Blake mumbled to himself, but the old butler was still able to catch it.

"You are right, but it was something which was supposed to happen one day or another. It is better that you did it now. The Young Miss needs to grow up now. You cannot always protect her. She is no longer the same fourteen-year-old girl." The old man knew that his words might come as harsh, but someone had to tell his Young Master the truth. It was better that it came from him, instead of some stranger.

"Hmmm…" Blake hummed as he pondered over his words. "You are right. I can not always keep her under my wings. I just hope that she doesn't take it too hard. She was quite fond of the cat." He had to agree with the old butler. Katherine had to be strong enough to face the world on her own.

"I am sure she will come around." The old butler spoke up with a nod as he took his leave.

'What would I do without him?' Blake thought to himself as he stared at his retreating back. The man was like a father figure to him. He had always been there for him and his family, no matter what the circumstances offered.

"Katherine? Will you stop crying now?" He trailed his eyes back to the trembling figure of his sister and spoke up. He began to walk towards the sofa which was placed in the center of the foyer. "You are squeezing her to death." He added as his mind registered her tight hold around Lillian.

He couldn't help but frown when his eyes landed on Lillian's face. He couldn't see it clearly as she was looking in the other direction, but he could make out something sliding down her cheek. It was a teardrop which was glistening under the dim lightning of the foyer.