Blaine looked back at the housekeeper.
Maybe it was just a mannerism.
Some domestic staff always found it difficult to maintain eye contact with their bosses, although it did not make sense why her eyes only strayed to that window spot instead of anywhere else.
“And?” he prodded, urging her to continue with the story.
“She never returned.”
Blaine frowned, “What do you mean she never returned?”
The housekeeper shook her head, “She never came back to tell me whether the new mistress needed anything or not.” She frowned, looking down at her hands for the first time, and Blaine could clearly see she was hesitating.
“You will not get in trouble. Tell me everything you know.”
The woman looked up with a sad smile, and Blaine suspected that at that moment, she was probably seeing him as
