Meredith's POV
“We shouldn't be celebrating yet,“ my father said. His cunning eyes met mine, and I could see the sinister smile he had on his face.
I chuckled. My father was never afraid of anything, I felt proud taking after him. He is indeed a very good man. “Dad, don't spoil the fun. After she's dead, I will still celebrate. There's no harm celebrating twice.”
My maid walked in with a panicked expression on her face. “And why the hell do you look so restless?” I asked.
She was already shaking, “Speak!” I commanded. “ Why are you quivering?” I said in an elevated tone. My father dropped his glass of wine, waiting for her to state what had happened.
She let in a deep breath and exhaled slowly. “It seems the maid had been captured. She's not yet back yet,” She announced.
My heart sk
