Chapter 1180: How do I get home?

Perhaps it was Angel’s words that made Patricia take a step back, or maybe it was the realization of how she had reached a point where she had considered jumping off a bridge. Either way, for the first time, she wanted to make things right. It might be a little too late, but she wanted to try.

"I want to go home."

Patricia stood in front of Mylo, who was casually seated on the couch in the living room.

Mylo didn’t budge, continuing to flip through the pages of a magazine.

"I’m not going to throw threats this time," Patricia whispered, her eyes fixed on him. "I just want to go home."

This time, Mylo lifted his gaze to her but remained silent.

Patricia cleared her throat and raised her chin. "I understand the consequences of going home," she said. "You won’t be liable for anything that happens to me. So, I won’t expect you to watch my back in case I need rescuing. Just let me go home."

Still, Mylo didn’t respond.

"Hey, did you hear me?" she asked, her frustration mounting. Ever since this man had replaced Angel, he had treated her as if she didn’t exist. According to the head caretaker of the villa, Angel had gone on an "important" trip.

"Please." Patricia sighed, forcing down the irritation growing in her chest. "Just let me go home."

But Mylo remained silent.

"Miss Patricia?"

The butler suddenly approached with a kind smile, glancing between Mylo and Patricia. "Apologies for Sir Mylo. He doesn’t like to talk when he’s on vacation."

"What?"

"However, I heard you want to go home?" the butler continued curiously.

"Yes." She nodded, forcing a wry smile. "I understand the consequences of going home. But I still want to. I can’t just keep locking myself away—I want to live my life."

The butler smiled in understanding. "Alright..." He trailed off as Mylo suddenly pulled something from his pocket.

Mylo slowly rose to his feet and took a step toward Patricia, extending his closed fist toward her.

"Huh?" Her brows knitted together as he gave his hand a slight shake.

"Uh..."

Confused, Patricia opened her palm beneath his fist. A moment later, she felt coins drop into her hand.

"Keep the change," was all he said before walking away. "Safe trip."

Patricia stood frozen, staring at the man who had just handed her pocket change.

"...What am I supposed to do with this?" she muttered.

Gazing down at the coins, her face twitched. "Does he... want me to commute?"

Realizing what had just happened, she turned to the butler, who merely smiled at her apologetically.

"It seems so," he said. "I’m sorry, Miss Patricia. He’s the only one in the villa who could take you home."

Patricia hissed and shot a glare in the direction Mylo had disappeared. Clicking her tongue, she looked back down at the coins in her hand. Initially, she was pissed—unlike Angel, who had a harsh way with words, Mylo was just outright dismissive. He wouldn’t even acknowledge her, let alone drive her home.

But then... a thought crossed her mind.

"Miss Patricia, if you’d like, I can call someone to drive you home," the butler offered kindly. "Though you might have to wait a bit until the driver arrives."

Patricia took a deep breath and forced a smile. "It’s okay," she said. "I’ll go home alone."

"Miss Patricia, is there a reason you’re rushing home?"

"No." She shook her head, still smiling. "There’s no emergency."

"Then why not wait for the driver?"

"Because there’s no guarantee that I won’t lock myself away again once I get home," she admitted, making the butler furrow his brows. Patricia let out a small chuckle as she stepped closer to him. "If I can make it home on my own tonight, maybe I’ll feel a little more confident. Maybe my chances of surviving out there will be a little higher. After all, once I’m dropped off, I won’t have anyone protecting me anymore."

The butler studied her for a moment, catching the hesitation and uncertainty behind her smile. Ever since that night when she had threatened everyone just to return home, only to come back with Angel, something in her had changed. She still carried her usual sass, but she had been less troublesome. She had even apologized to him and to everyone she had spoken harshly to.

She hadn’t changed completely, but the butler could see that she was trying. And trying had always been a brave step.

In the end, he sighed and gave her a kind smile. "Then, do you need help with anything else?"

"Well, actually, yeah." Patricia cleared her throat and showed him the coins. "Do you think this is enough to get me home? I live in..."

The butler hummed and nodded. "Yes, Miss Patricia. It’s the exact amount you’ll need."

"The exact amount?" She frowned, only to hear him chuckle.

"It seems Sir Mylo was expecting you to leave. Or perhaps, he was just prepared in case you decided to go while he was here."

Her face twitched. "Isn’t he a little too much? I didn’t even give him attitude, and he’s acting like this."

"Sir Mylo isn’t good at communicating, but he isn’t a bad person. And I can assure you, he doesn’t dislike you. He’s just like that with everyone."

Patricia sighed, deciding to push the topic aside. "Anyway, I need another favor."

"Of course."

"Well..." Patricia scratched her cheek with her index finger, offering him an awkward smile. "How do I get home?"

The butler blinked. "Right. You probably don’t know the way."

"No, not like that." She shook her head. "I’m great with directions. After Angel drove me home and brought me back here, I memorized the route. What I’m saying is... I’ve never commuted in my life. So, I don’t know how to take a bus or a train... if I need one."

The butler stared at her for a moment before chuckling.

"Alright," he said. "Please take a seat. I’ll teach you."

With that, the butler and Patricia sat down on the couch, and he pulled out a notepad to give her step-by-step instructions on how to commute home.