The atmosphere was gloomy in the Han's mansion the next morning. It was like attending a funeral. The pitter patter of the rain against the window added to the gloomy mood inside the mansion.
Everyone from the Han's family was sitting on the dining table for breakfast. Unlike the cheerful smiles and the happiness that radiated two days ago, everyone at the breakfast table was sporting a devastated look.
The table was silent as no one spoke and only the sound of cutleries against the plates and the occasional sound of butter knives spreading the butter on the crisped toast were heard.
Edward, who was the calmest on the table, decided to break the sombre atmosphere.
"Ethan, are you headed to the office after this?" Edward asked.
