~~Hailey~~
As I walked through the front door, my mind was still reeling from my encounter with Evans. His words kept echoing in my head, "Maybe then you'll trust me again." I couldn't shake off the feeling that he was hiding something from me.
The guards followed me into the house, carrying the groceries I had bought. As we entered, I noticed that the maids were acting strangely. Some of them were fussing over my bag, while others were guiding me upstairs, massaging my shoulders. I exchanged a skeptical glance with one of the guards, but he just shrugged.
As I reached the top of the stairs, I saw my mom sitting in her wheelchair, a sly smirk on her face. "Mom, what have you been up to this time?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.
She just shrugged, her eyes glinting with mischief. "Nothing
