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"What have you done?" Isabella asked. Her voice filled the room, making Beatrice freeze where she stood.She took a deep breath. She could feel her palms sweating, but she forced her face to remain completely calm. She smoothed down her jacket and looked at Isabella."It's a temporary marital disagreement, Mother," she said, meeting her eyes without flinching. "Nothing that concerns you."Without waiting for permission, she turned around and walked out of the room. She kept her head high as she passed the staff in the hallway, but once she reached the privacy of her own room, she let out a long breath.----While the echo of the argument still hung in the air, the staff began moving Eva’s belongings across the hallway, and the move was being handled out in the open where everyone could see it.It felt real, quiet, and slightly awkward. Eva stood inside Julian's massive bedroom, watching a maid place her modest cardboard boxes on the floor. Her ordinary notebooks, her simple hair clip

Eva noticed the hallway by accident.She was walking back toward the main staircase when she saw a maid carrying a stack of fresh linens toward the east corridor. The sight made her slow down.That hallway had been locked since her first weeks in the estate. No one seems to give her a proper answer.“Is someone staying down there?” she asked, stopping the maid.The woman jumped slightly and tightened her hold on the linens.“No, ma'am. Mrs. Castellan just likes the rooms aired out every few months. They are cleaned and maintained, even though no one uses them.”Eva glanced toward the closed doors at the end of the corridor. “Why would an unused room need fresh linens?”The maid hesitated.“I wouldn't know, ma'am. I only do what I'm told.”Eva could tell she wasn't going to get anything else from her, so she stepped aside and let the woman continue.She watched until the maid disappeared around the corner.There was nothing unusual about maintaining an empty room, but something about t

The doctor arrived in less than fifteen minutes.By then, Clara was still unconscious on the sofa, her body frighteningly still beneath the blanket. Adrian had barely moved from her side. He sat forward with his elbows on his knees, watching every rise and fall of her chest as though looking away for even a second might make things worse.The doctor placed his bag on the floor and immediately began examining her."Her pulse is weak, but steady," he said, crouching beside the sofa. He peeled back Clara’s eyelid, shining a small penlight into her unresponsive pupil. "Her breathing is too shallow. I need to know what she took.""We don't know," Adrian said, his voice strained and tight with fear. "I found her like this."The doctor worked quickly and methodically, murmuring low instructions to the private nurse he had brought with him."She’s stable for now," he finally said, straightening up. "But she needs fluids and close monitoring. If she doesn’t regain consciousness within the next

Eva woke to an empty space beside her. Julian's side already cool, a note on his pillow instead of him.Left early. Have something to do. Check on Clara for me.For a moment, she stayed beneath the covers, staring at the pillow where he had slept. The room was quiet, and the events of the previous night came back to her slowly, with the image of Clara collapsing in the sitting room still fresh in her mind.She finally pushed herself out of bed, dressed quickly, and went downstairs to find out what the morning had changed.She found Clara in one of the rooms near the main hall. Adrian was sitting beside the bed, looking as though he had barely slept. Clara was awake, propped up against the pillows with a glass of water resting untouched on the table beside her.Eva stopped at the doorway. “Can I come in?”Clara glanced at her. “You're already in.”The answer wasn't rude exactly, but there was none of the warmth Eva had grown accustomed to hearing from her over the past months.Eva step

By late afternoon, Julian had stopped pretending he was working on anything else.The file Vivian's team had pulled that morning sat open on his desk, but he had barely looked at the acquisition figures inside it. The shipping company had been dissolved years ago. On paper, it was nothing more than an old foreign acquisition that had changed hands twice before disappearing completely.Except someone had used it. That was what bothered him.Leo stood across from the desk with a folder in his hand. “About the logo.” He opened the folder and removed a photograph of the charcoal sketch Christabel had left behind.“We ran the symbol through the old commercial and shipping records we could access.”Julian looked down at the sketch. The broken shape still didn't make much sense to him. It resembled part of a circle, with one section deliberately left open.“We didn't find an exact match,” Leo continued. “But we did find something close enough to investigate.”Julian looked up. “What?”“An ol