James Horne didn't want to stay in the large mansion anymore after his older brother and sister-in-law went upstairs.
Although he was a part of the Horne Family, and this luxurious villa was technically his home, he had lived here, coming back every day for over twenty years. Yet, it had never truly felt like home. If it weren't for the two people he loved most here, he probably would never return. Now, he had enough ability to live a good life on his own.
After telling his father and the old lady he was going out, he held his head high, his robust body upright, and walked with steady steps toward the exit. He ignored Mila Anderson, who was still sitting in the living room. Mila didn't like him. Even if he greeted her, she wouldn't respond, so he could only treat her as if she were air.
