Griselda paled the moment the words left Mirena’s lips.
On… loudspeaker?
For half a second, her mind refused to process it. The sentence echoed in her head like a delayed gunshot—too loud, too sudden and too final.
She stood frozen, phone still pressed to her ear, her fingers numb, then she turned her head—slowly, dread creeping up her spine—and met the gaze of her maid.
The woman stood a few steps away, eyes stretched wide, complexion drained of all color. Her lips were parted, but no sound came out.
She didn’t need to say anything, her expression told Griselda knew.
She was indeed on loudspeaker.
Her heart dropped straight into her stomach at once.
“No…” she was in the process of whispering when suddenly—
“Griselda!”
Duncan’s voice filled the entire house,
