Chapter 117 It’s Okay, Uncle Arthur

• In order to maintain sufficient energy and physical strength, Erin’s current daily schedule was very rigid. She did not sleep any later than 11 PM every night. It was already close to dawn when Arthur used the spare key to unlock her door. Therefore, she had long since gone to sleep.
• Her bedroom curtains were not fully closed—there was a gap almost half a person wide. The yellow street light from outside spilled into the room through the gap and just happened to shine upon the pink, girly bed. Through the layers of transparent and silky gauze curtains, he could vaguely make out a bulging shape under the velvet blankets.
• His gaze was dark and gloomy. Gently closing the door behind him, he clicked the lock into place. He passed by the desk not too far from the door and placed the spare key in his hands on the desk. After that, the rustling sound of his footsteps sounded as he gradually approached her bed.