The late autumn afternoon was greeted by a gentle autumn breeze. Within Squire Manor, the lush trees and blooming flowers concealed any sense of desolation.
When Richard Shaw entered Squire Manor, the estate was already an empty shell.
In the courtyard, there remained furniture left behind by the owners in their haste—sofa chairs, and a long snow-white wool blanket draped gracefully to the ground. Richard reached out and touched the blanket; it still held traces of warmth and a faint, lingering fragrance.
Two adorable ragdoll cats let out soft meows, stretching out their pink tongues to lick the man's pant leg. Their emerald-green eyes gleamed like precious gemstones.
Richard lowered his gaze and then bent down to pick up the abandoned cats left behind by their owners. He gently stroked their little heads, cradling them securely in his arms.
