VICTORIA

I knew it right away, if I didn’t tread carefully, I’d be blamed for the maid’s death.

“Hello, Mr. Fenir, I came to return a piece of clothing Celia lent me last night,” I said, flashing my best fake smile.

“But she’s not here, and neither is her maid. I found the door wide open… how careless,” I said loudly, even pushing the door open wider.

“And do you usually go into rooms when the owner isn’t around?” he raised an eyebrow with a sneer of contempt.

Deep in his eyes, I could see the disgust he felt for me.

But the fact that he didn’t show it openly, and how well he faked his attitude, told me I had to be very careful with this man.

“Well, the Lord asked me last night to get along with Celia. He sees her as his sister, I’m just following orders,” I replied, stepping into the hallway.

“If you want to check, look, I’m not hiding anything,” I said, spinning around and swaying my dress.

Accusing me of that girl’s death was absurd.

Not only did they have no proof, but I had been