It's Your Turn To Cry and Beg, Dear Uncle
Chapter 53: Trespassing

Chapter 53: Trespassing

The man walked down the Japanese-style corridor without a care for how much he stood out. Dressed in a formal shirt and trousers paired with a trench coat, Killian’s appearance was strikingly out of place against the traditional background. His towering height did little to hide his presence.

Even so, Killian seemed unfazed by several staff members who were observing him. Overall, the household consisted of a housekeeper, three maids, a gardener, and a house guard who was the husband of the housekeeper. Additionally, there was a driver but he was currently in the capital with Creighton and Jane, as well as the little boy who was seen with Hestia earlier.

Killian had been to this residence before, but back then, he had only waited for James outside. He had come to pick up his boss due to an urgent work matter abroad that needed his immediate attention.

He remembered it vividly because it was during Christmas, and the small town was blanketed in snow up to his ankles. Yet, the most vivid memory was of little Kyra crying as she hugged James. She cried until her voice turned hoarse, begging James not to leave. In the end, however, his boss still left the girl behind.

Killian’s heart ached at the sound of her cries. It was even worse since her tears were for James, not him. Yet, the memory ended on a brighter note because Killian hadn’t come empty-handed that day.

The moment Kyra received the gift, she immediately stopped crying and began to smile in joy. She even hugged Killian in gratitude before cheerfully asking him to remind James to bring her a present from his business trip.

Killian smiled at the memory. Back then, Kyra had been no taller than the boy standing before him now. Yes, the boy who was the housekeeper’s grandson was currently staring straight at Killian without fear. They exchanged silent gazes before the boy finally spoke, his tone cautious.

"Didn’t my grandmother tell you to wait in the living room?"

The corner of Killian’s lips curved upward. Putting on a perfectly friendly expression, Killian replied in a gentle tone, "She did. But after such a long journey, my body feels too stiff to sit again, so I decided to take a walk."

The man’s eyes then wandered over the surrounding view. "Besides, it would be a shame not to take the opportunity to explore such a beautiful mansion, wouldn’t it?"

Coincidentally, they had crossed paths in the open corridor connecting the front building to the main one. Both sides of the corridor were adorned with stunning Japanese-style gardens. One side featured a lotus pond, while the other was an open garden with a path leading to another corridor. Truly, a view worth admiring.

The boy, whose name was Terry, briefly glanced in the direction of Killian’s gaze but his expression remained unchanged. Having lived here since he was small, the scenery was nothing new to his eyes.

Terry nodded. "Yes, it’s beautiful, but Grandpa Creighton’s residence is also vast. You could get lost, so I’ll guide you around."

Killian’s smile froze for a moment, and his eyes narrowed slightly. He didn’t care about one small child like this. Nor did he have much time to follow the boy on a little tour, but doing something drastic would be too risky here.

Sensing the hesitation from the man before him, Terry’s suspicion grew stronger. Perhaps children are naturally more sensitive to dark auras. While Killian wasn’t a criminal, his purpose for being here wasn’t exactly good. In fact, it could be considered trespassing.

"Uncle?" Terry’s call disrupted Killian’s thoughts slightly. "Or were you not planning to look around but something else entirely?"

Children might be perceptive, but that doesn’t mean they’re good at reading situations or timing. Terry, being too honest and naive, was a perfect example. Killian found himself momentarily speechless, surprised by the boy’s bluntness.

The man laughed, whether mockingly or in amusement was unclear. "What do you think I’m up to?" Killian countered with a sly smile. Maybe agreeing to this kid’s offer to guide him would be a good move. At least, it would save him time from wandering around.

Terry pursed his lips. For some reason, he felt this man was toying with him. Frustrated, Terry finally resorted to a threat. "I don’t know what you’re planning, but don’t try anything funny, or I’ll report you to my grandma! Do you know who she is? She’s Grandpa Creighton and Grandma Jane’s most trusted person!"

Killian raised an eyebrow. "Is that so? Hmm... but I’m the trusted aide of this family’s sole heir. If you report me, whose word do you think they’ll believe? Mine or yours?"

Terry was rendered speechless. His eyes widened, and he glared at the man before him with hostility. He hated being underestimated just because he was a child. This only strengthened Terry’s belief that this man was up to no good. He had to protect his grandparents and this place!

Meanwhile, Killian, noticing the boy’s increasingly irritated expression, grinned. He wasn’t the least bit intimidated by the child’s threats. However, he didn’t want to draw unnecessary attention either. For that reason, Killian decided to make use of the boy.

"That’s all it takes to scare you?" Killian clicked his tongue mockingly. "If I were really a bad guy, you’d be an easy target."

Terry clenched his teeth and shouted, pointing at the man in front of him. "Stop mocking me! I’m really going to report you to my grandparents!"

Killian stretched his arms out and shook his head. "Alright, you can keep repeating those words while I excuse myself to continue my exploration."

With that, Killian truly ignored the boy this time as he walked past him. However, the boy, feeling slighted, grabbed Killian’s jacket to stop him. Just as Terry was about to scold him again, Killian turned his head toward the boy. Instantly, Terry froze in place, his heart leaping into his throat. The next moment, his entire body shivered, and his grip on the man’s jacket loosened.

"I-I didn’t mean to..." the boy stammered, taking a step back from the man in front of him.

What was even more terrifying was Killian’s expression as it shifted into a friendly smile in the next second. In a soft voice, he said, "If you’re suspicious of me, why not accompany me instead? Didn’t you just offer to guide me earlier?"

No way! Go by yourself! Terry wanted to shout the refusal, but his mouth remained shut under Killian’s imposing aura. For some reason, the man’s smiling face felt even more menacing in Terry’s eyes now. As a result, the boy could only nod obediently.

Still smiling, Killian stepped aside and gestured with an outstretched hand, inviting the boy to lead the way. Terry, now walking nervously, moved forward to guide the man toward the main building.

The first room they entered was the family room, where Creighton and Jane often gathered with their family to watch television or have conversations. Relatives and close friends were also frequently entertained here rather than in the formal living room of the front building.

The room was designed to be warm and welcoming for guests, yet subtle traces of the household’s daily life were evident. Killian’s gaze lingered on family photos adorning decorative shelves and walls, and he easily spotted Kyra’s presence among them.

Her childish drawing was displayed proudly. Meanwhile, her favorite novels and bear plushies were neatly arranged on the bookshelves, and a sakura-patterned zabuton could be seen near the coffee table. Taking it all in, Killian smiled, though a quiet sadness settled over him.

They continued walking down the corridor until they reached the dining room, a modest space with a round table featuring a central cutout for a hotpot stove. After that, they passed through many other rooms until Terry stopped at one point, turning around to point toward several secluded courtyards.

"That’s the private area for the family members," Terry explained. "I can’t take you there. Our tour ends here."

However, Killian’s gaze lingered on the family rest area as he tried to deduce which courtyard belonged to Creighton and Jane. Terry noticed the man’s more deliberate observation of this part of the house compared to the earlier rooms but chose to remain silent until Killian’s attention shifted back to him.

Smiling, Killian asked, "Which one belongs to Young Master James?"

Hearing the question, Terry instinctively furrowed his brows and prepared to run. However, Killian’s next words made him hesitate.

"Don’t misunderstand. My boss asked me to retrieve some important documents he left here earlier."

Of course, Terry knew a little about the young master of the family. His parents and grandmother had mentioned that Young Master James was a big businessman in the capital.

In other words, he was like the bosses in the movies Terry watched, with lots of secretaries and personal bodyguards. So, it wasn’t strange for him to assign his assistant a small task like this, right?

Thinking along those lines, Terry nodded and began walking toward James’s room, unaware of the sinister smile forming on the man’s face behind him. Sure enough, shortly after Terry arrived at the door to James’s room, he turned around and found himself face-to-face with Killian.

The man had crouched down to meet Terry’s eye level. Startled by the sudden closeness, Terry stumbled backward, nearly falling. But Killian quickly caught him by the shoulder.

Terry was just about to thank him when he locked eyes with Killian. His body instantly froze, and the next moment, a snapping sound echoed in the air. Terry’s gaze gradually turned blank. Meanwhile, Killian stood up and patted the boy’s head.

"Wait here for a moment," he ordered gently before walking away on his own, leaving Terry standing there, obediently nodding in silence.

Killian casually walked toward the room he assumed belonged to Creighton, presumably the largest and most secluded room in the corner. Sure enough, when he slid the door open, he was greeted by a room with a simple yet elegant design—perfectly fitting for an elderly’s taste.

Without hesitation, Killian began his search. He started with the rows of bookshelves and drawers but didn’t find what he was looking for. Despite assuming no one would dare rummage through his room, it seemed that the old man had still exercised caution, storing his important documents in a secure place.

Killian’s gaze fell on the neatly arranged books on the shelves. Earlier, he had merely shifted them slightly, checking for gaps above them. One of his eyebrows lifted.

Could it be? he thought. It seemed a bit strange and amusing, but perhaps the old man had a hidden compartment.

With a mix of skepticism and curiosity, Killian began lifting the books one by one, and placing them back if nothing unusual happened. He worked quickly until he reached a book on the far end of the middle shelf. That was when he spotted a black metal panel embedded into the back wall.

Killian stood speechless.

He proceeded to remove the rest of the books from the middle shelf, revealing a small safe box. Letting out a sigh, Killian massaged his temples before pulling out his phone to call James.

The phone was answered after the first ring. "Hello?"

But at the same time, a faint cry came from the main building near the courtyards.

"Mr. Killian?"