Chapter 9

The next day, a torrential downpour began.

I was cooped up at home, not planning on going out, when I got a message from Sophia.

“Holy crap, is that Madron outside your house?! I was just on my way over to hang out!”

I froze, then looked at the video she sent.

Madron was in a black suit, now splattered with mud.

His usually sharp haircut was plastered to his head by the rain, a truly pathetic sight.

“I’m heading back. You should probably deal with him first.”

I peeked through the curtains at the downpour outside and zoned out.

An hour later, Madron still showed no signs of leaving.

I grabbed an umbrella and went outside.

“What are you doing?” I didn't hold the umbrella over his head, instead keeping a distance of three paces between us.

“Amara, you told me your father once knelt to beg for forgiveness. Now, I’m kneeling to beg you… forgive me just this once. I swear nothing like this will ever happen again.”

As he spoke, he pulled a folder from inside his jacket.