My father questioned Gregory aggressively. He was so angry that he began to cough violently. I reached out to pat my father's back to ease his cough, but I failed.
"I..."
"As the Commandant, you failed your job and didn't find a missing person. As Rosa's husband, you don't even care about where she is. You don't deserve to be her husband!"
My father put his fist against his lips and kept coughing. I was dead. It was late autumn. I wish I could make his favorite syrup for him.
'Father. Mother. I'm so sorry.'
I knelt and kowtowed to them. I owed anyone except them.
"Keep searching!"
Gregory didn't say a word to respond to my father. He only told his men to continue searching.
"My lord. The distinguished guest from the Hope Brothel wants Miss Sean to entertain him. Please help her!"
May stopped Gregory, who was about to go to the crime scene to investigate, in the street and asked him to go to the Hope Brothel.
Looking at the little girl in brightly colored clothes, I realized that she was the maidservant of Gregory's sweetheart.
Gregory gritted his teeth and said a few words to his men, then turned around and followed May.