Lance pressed his lips tight as he entered Vallen Estate. He had been visiting this place on his younger days, get to attend Amelia’s debut the moment he returned from the North, and then followed by unplanned visits. He should get used to the feeling the house gives but no. Every time he sets foot there, he can instantly sense the eeriness. If the Varseilles’ house gives off a feeling of unmistakable danger, the Vernice’s, on the other hand, is screaming of mystery.
“Bloody hell,” his father muttered when he was about to trip from the stairs.
Good thing, Francis had been agreeable and did not protest on them going to see the Vernice’s. It seems that the man knew that he had made a terrible mistake—gambling and letting the creditors take what is Lance’s. However, the man is still influe
