The next morning… Sunlight poured through the tall windows of the Knight mansion.
For the first time in what felt like forever, the rain had stopped. The gardens sparkled beneath the early morning sun.
Birds chirped from the ancient oak trees lining the driveway. The mansion itself felt lighter.
Almost peaceful. Until… The morning newspapers arrived.
The butler quietly collected the stack from the front gate before carrying them into the breakfast room.
His expression immediately changed. Alexander noticed. "What is it?" The butler hesitated. "I think.....you should see today's headlines."
He placed the newspapers on the dining table. Every major paper carried the same story.
QUESTIONS SURROUND KNIGHT GLOBAL AS OLD SCANDAL RESURFACES
DID EDWARD KNIGHT DIE BY ACCIDENT?
MYSTERY DEEP
