Where was his old coffee table and sofa? Why were they gone?
The next second when Adam came back to his senses, he rushed out toward the door, his eyes bloodshot. He unlocked the door, opened it, and shouted, "Someone!"
Downstairs, the butler was startled to hear Adam's roar and rushed upstairs. When Arthur and Julia heard that, they were also stunned and followed him.
"Mr. Williams..."
"Where's the sofa and coffee table in my room? Where are they?" Before the butler could say something, Adam shouted at him.
The butler widened his eyes in shock. Then he hastily said, "Mr. Williams, the sofa and coffee table are in your room!"
"I mean the old ones!" Adam roared, like an irrational beast. He had lost his mind now.
Only he knew what that sofa and coffee table meant to him.
The sofa was where Rebecca had slept every day, and the coffee table was where Rebecca used to put her research and data analysis reports.
For more than eight months after Rebecca left, he had to curl up on that sofa every day to fall asleep, just like Rebecca had done.
The sofa was filled with Rebecca's scent.
"That's Rebecca's favorite sofa and coffee table. If she doesn't say she needs new ones, none of you can remove them." Crying like a helpless child, Adam slowly squatted down, held his head, and roared in pain.
Adam had never cried so bitterly and desperately since he was a child. Arthur immediately understood it. He quickly ordered the butler to have someone to get the old sofa and coffee table back.
The butler also understood and quickly went downstairs to call someone.
"Adam, is Rebecca..."
"Shut up! Don't mention her name!" Julia squatted down and reached out to comfort Adam. However, before she touched him, Adam pushed it away and roared.
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