Mya curled up in the wardrobe, her body pressing against the wardrobe door. "Is he gone?"

Just as she muttered, the wardrobe was suddenly opened, and a strong light hit Mya. She anxiously tightened her grip on the pocket watch in her hand.

"I-I didn't mean to, Fred, please don't hit me. I won't sneak downstairs for snacks again." Mya shrank into the corner of the wardrobe, protecting her head.

"Come out, I won't do anything to you!" Fred frowned when he saw her like this.

"Do you promise not to hurt me?"

Mya sounded like she was about to cry, and Fred reluctantly agreed, "Fine."

"Let me pass." After coming out of the wardrobe, Mya, holding the pocket watch, kept her distance from Fred.

Mya pointed to the ground beneath him, saying, "Just stand there and don't come over."

"I won't budge."

Fred had never listened to a woman like this before.

Mya glanced at the photo inside the pocket watch and smiled, revealing the dimples on the corners of her lips. Then, she hung the pocket w