My Killing President novel Chapter 66

Annabelle looked at him ambivalently through the window. His lonely figure amongst the crowded street painted a picture of melancholy in her heart.

Mu too, was staring at his back through the rear window, and his eyes were flickering with mixed emotions.

“Is he alone?”

Mu nodded.

“Seems like you visit frequently.”

“Just once in a while,” Mu paused momentarily and continued, “When I was little, Mr. Lee used to be our butler. After his son passed away, he seemed to have memory disorders. We wanted to take care of him but he insisted to come back here…”

Learning his past was like a heavy rock sunk into Annabelle’s heart.

“So, he…”

“Dementia, and he thinks I’m his son.” Mu clarified.

Annabelle nodded sombrely. She felt downcast thinking about his heart-rending past, and how happy he was when he was spending time with Mu, or in this case, his son.

Today she got to know a different side of Mu.

“Do you always come here?” Annabelle suddenly turned to him and probed.

“Few times in a year.”

His answer was a shocker. Throughout their marriage Annabelle had never knew he did that. Maybe, she just didn’t know him well enough.

Annabelle was submerged in her own thoughts. Suddenly she recalled that Mr. Lee had been very careful with an object in his hand.

“What was that he was holding so dearly?” She asked.

“It was a pendant,” Mu replied slowly, and he was overcame in nostalgia, “From a necklace and it was the last thing he had left from his son!”