It was late evening by the time I returned home, but even before I entered the building, I heard his voice.
"Didn’t I tell you to keep an eye on Lily at all times? How could you lose track of her again?"
"If something happens to her, are you prepared to take responsibility?"
I could picture the scene already. Simon could not find me and his anger was directed at the servants as always.
I immediately made my way upstairs.
When the housekeeper, who was standing amidst the scattered stuff in the house, caught sight of me, her expression shifted as though a savior had finally appeared.
"Madam, you’re finally back! Sir was furious when he came home and didn’t see you. He almost tore the house apart."
"Now that he’s angry, only you can calm him down."
Without waiting for my response, the housekeeper all but pushed me toward Simon’s study.
The moment I stepped inside, I saw Simon seated at his desk. His long fingers tapped the phone screen swiftly, his lips curling into a barely contained smile.
I did not even need to guess who he was talking to.