As Ryan leaves, in the next two hours of giving some time for my large breakfast to digest I walk around the mansion.
I still haven’t uncovered every corner of this massive estate. Adora, the housekeeper I’ve barely seen since yesterday morning, only shows me the places she wants me to see— not the ones I care about.
I stroll into a narrow hallway beside the kitchen and just as I turn a corner, I start to hear noises. My chest tightens with unease as I begin to walk slowly and carefully, trying not to make any sound.
As my feet bring me closer to where the sound is coming from, I realize it’s not just random sound— the noise turns into voices, then into words until I begin to hear a full conversation.
“Sir… please—wait.” a small, pleading female voice, begs. I can feel the fear and r
