Chapter 12
The dining room was filled with the soft clinking of plates and the whispers of conversation as the family gathered around the large dining table. Theodore William Blake, his wife Georgina Miller, and their twenty-year-old son, Anthony Curse Blake, sat comfortably. The house staff moved gracefully between the table and the kitchen, placing dishes one by one in front of each person, ensuring everything was perfect for their family dinner.
However, Theodore seemed not to enjoy the meal. His hands nervously rested on the edge of his plate, his eyes occasionally glancing toward the door as if waiting for someone to arrive. He appeared anxious, lost in thought. Georgina, noticing her husband’s unease, gently set down her fork and looked at him with concern.
"Theodore, what’s wrong
