The Omnistore System

Chapter 462: Widow wife



"Remember, I'll handle most of the talking, especially about her husband. You just chime in at the start and introduce me as a cultivator from the Demitia family," Kevin said as they stood in front of the apartment door. This one looked far more luxurious than the previous place they had visited.

This apartment used to belong to the now-deceased alchemist, James. His widow still lived here, and to Kevin's surprise, she wasn't a cultivator. Despite being married to one, her husband hadn't given her any cultivation techniques. Even stranger was the fact that their daughter was a cultivator, which Kevin found rather odd.

When they rang the doorbell, it took a few seconds for the widow to open it. As soon as she saw Chinka, a fleeting look of annoyance crossed her face, but she quickly replaced it with a polite smile. "Mr. Chinka..." she greeted.

"Mrs. Roma, how have you been lately?" Chinka asked with a friendly smile, while Kevin took in the full view of Roma: her dark red hair, her radiant white skin, and her long, slightly curvy figure clad in a sleeveless, flowing dress.

"Good, but what brings you here today? Is he another potential buyer?" Roma asked, directing her smile at Kevin, though her eyes betrayed a hint of irritation despite her

diamond-shaped face maintaining its composure.

Chinka was about to speak, but Kevin stepped in first, his expression a mix of seriousness and sympathy. "Mrs. Roma, I'm Kevin Morison, a cultivator from the Demitia family. We're here to inform you about your husband's whereabouts."

Roma's face grew a touch pale at Kevin's serious tone, and a flicker of worry flashed across her features. Kevin noted the change and saw his approach was working.

"Please, come in," Roma said, her voice steady but slightly strained as she led them into the spacious living area. "Make yourselves comfortable. I'll get us some drinks."

Kevin and Chinka settled into the plush, modern furniture of the living room. The room was tastefully decorated with neutral tones and elegant furnishings, reflecting both comfort and affluence. While Roma disappeared into the kitchen, Kevin took the opportunity to survey the house. It was considerably larger than the previous one they had visited.

The residence boasted two floors. A grand staircase ascended between the kitchen and what was presumably a washroom, leading up to the second level. The living area was vast, with high ceilings and expansive windows that let in ample natural light. On either side of the main space were two rooms, likely bedrooms or offices, and an additional area filled with training equipment. The presence of this equipment suggested that the house had been well maintained and that the previous occupants had taken their training seriously.

Roma soon reappeared, carrying two cups of orange juice. She placed them on the coffee table in front of Kevin and Chinka, her hands slightly trembling as she tried to maintain her composure.

"Here you go," she said, her voice attempting to sound casual but betraying a hint of her underlying anxiety. "So, what exactly do you need to tell me about my husband?"

Kevin waited until Roma settled down, then took a sip of his juice before speaking in a serious tone to set the mood.

"I'm afraid there's some troubling news," he said, trying to keep his voice steady.

He glanced around the elegant living room, then met her worried gaze. "We've gotten word that James was involved in an incident at Chernbog's Den. It looks like he was attacked by beasts. There are also some rumors about something more sinister, but we don't have all the details yet."

Roma's hand gripped her drink tightly, her knuckles going white. She looked shocked and scared, struggling to find the right words. "Are you saying... is he..."

Kevin gently interrupted her, "I'm really sorry, Mrs. Roma. According to the reports, it seems he didn't make it."

Roma sat there, her face frozen in shock as the weight of Kevin's words sank in. Her eyes widened, and her breathing grew shallow. The elegant living room, with its plush furniture and tasteful decor, seemed to blur around her. She looked as if she were trying to process the information, her grip on the glass of orange juice tightening so much that it was almost as if she was trying to hold on to some semblance of normalcy.

Her face, usually so composed, was now a canvas of raw emotion-shock, grief, and a hint of fear. Her lips trembled slightly, and she seemed unable to find her voice. The room felt heavy with the silence that followed, punctuated only by the soft hum of the air conditioning and the distant sound of traffic from outside.

Kevin watched her with a mix of sympathy and determination. He knew he had to continue, despite the difficult situation. "Mrs. Roma," he said gently, trying to break through her stunned silence, "I initially came here to discuss purchasing the house. I understand this is a lot to take in, but I want to offer you a way to move forward."

He paused, giving her a moment to absorb his words before continuing. "I'm willing to buy the house from you, and in addition to that, I'd like to offer you a job at my store. This way, you can have a stable income and support your daughter's education. You won't need to empty the house immediately just give me a year. After that, you'll need to sort out your situation, but I promise I won't make you vacate the property all at once. I'll use it occasionally, maybe for a day or two at a time, but otherwise, you'll have plenty of time to make your plans."

He leaned forward slightly, trying to convey both understanding and assurance. "I know this is a lot to ask, but I hope it can offer you some stability during this difficult time. If you're willing, we can discuss the details and work out something that's fair for both of us."

Roma remained silent, her eyes still locked on the spot where Kevin's words had landed. The gravity of her situation seemed to weigh heavily on her shoulders, but a flicker of hope appeared in her eyes as she considered Kevin's offer. But she didn't know if she should make a decision, as she was in shock.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om