Chapter 78. Discord Behind Closed Doors

Sophia’s POV

We entered his house, and it typically looked like a vintage mansion. As we stepped inside, the foyer greeted us with a grand staircase adorned with faded crimson carpet. It was evident that many footsteps brushed here from generations past. The walls, plastered with portraits of stern-faced ancestors, seemed to watch our every move. The parlor, illuminated by dimly flickering candelabras, exuded an air of mystique, with heavy velvet curtains drawn tightly against the almost nighttime ambiance.

The matte black theme earlier seems to tone down for a bit once you're inside here. The whole place looked and felt so majestic. I glanced around and saw some antique furniture, polished by time and use. A grand piano was also here, and it stood in the corner. My feet led me towards there, and my fingers pressed some keys. I hummed a familiar tune that just came naturally to me. It was a soothing melody that I really loved since my parents lulled me to sleep with it. Sometim