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CHAPTER 43 — THE HOUSEKEEPER’S EVIDENCE (MATILDA)

作者: Queen Bee
last update publish date: 2026-04-25 22:58:44

The Delyon mansion woke with its silent ritual. I supervised the cleaning staff with an eye that saw everything, from a forgotten speck of dust to an unspoken tension in the air. Like today.

Helga, the new girl in charge of the guest wing, approached with wide eyes and trembling hands holding a piece of black lace fabric. Very lacy. And torn in a rather… specific way.

“Frau Müller…” she whispered, as if the item were a grenade. “I found this… under the bed in the blue room. The one for guests t
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