That night, after the small fire was extinguished and the police confirmed that it hadn’t spread further, William’s house returned to a quiet stillness. But the hearts of its inhabitants were far from calm.
Evelyn sat in the living room, a blanket wrapped tightly around her trembling body. Her face was pale, her breathing uneven, and her heart thudded wildly in her chest. She still couldn’t fully grasp the reality—that someone had tried to burn her alive. In front of her, a warm cup of tea was gently placed on the table by one of the maids.
“Please drink slowly, Miss Evelyn,” the maid said softly.
Evelyn gave a slight nod. Her hand shook as she reached for the cup.
Meanwhile, William stood outside in the yard, speaking with the head of security and the remaining police officers. He iss
