Edwin walked away without looking back. He drove his white Lamborghini at a high speed along the twisting mountain road with the trees on both sides flashing through.
The air was moist as if it was crying for someone.
There were two guards in front of the gate. One of them asked Edwin to follow him inside the castle. He seemed to be aware of Edwin’s arrival.
“What’s wrong with my brother?” asked Edwin.
“He is sleeping.”
“I shall wait until he wakes up.”
“No need for that. He asked me to wake him up if you showed up.”
“Fair enough,” said Edwin.
Quentin, who was waiting for Edwin in the main hall, took over from the guard. He asked Edwin to wait a few minutes then he went down the hall. After a few minutes, the elder Edwin appeared on a wheelchair. He looked more like a mummy than a
