Clara remained frozen in the shadows,her pulse hammered against her ribs so loudly she was convinced Victoria would hear it.
The surrounding corridor was silent except for the faint sound of Victoria's voice drifting through the partially opened office door.
Every instinct told Clara to leave,to walk away,to return to her room and pretend she had never come downstairs. But after everything she had discovered, she couldn't.
Not now. Not when Victoria Knight was standing inside Edward Knight's private office in the middle of the night.
Not when she had just watched her remove documents from a file. And definitely not after hearing those chilling words.
"She doesn't know anything yet." The sentence replayed in Clara's mind again and again. Who was Victoria talking about?
Deep down, Clar
