Chapter Hundred And Sixty

The next day, Charles had had his bath, and was searching through his wardrobe for something simple to wear.

Today was his mother's memorial and as usual, he doesn't do anything on that day. He decided to wear a dark suit as that's how it has always been.

After dressing up, and ensuring he was leaving nothing behind, he walked out of his room, with his shoes making tapping sounds which echoed as he walked down the stairs leading to his living room.

"Good morning sir." Martha greeted politely.

"Good morning." He responded with his hands in his pocket.

"Here are the flowers you ordered. They came in an hour ago." Martha informed as she handed the bouquet of flowers to him.

Charles removed his hand from his pocket and received the flowers, then sniffed the scent in.

"Smells nice." He spoke as he nodded his head in acknowledgement. "Alright then. Until when I get back home."

Charles turned towards the door and then halted before he turned back to her.

"You should also take the day off." He