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“Ma… Madame?” The maid dared to step forward, gently pushing the wooden door.

“I'm sorry if you're sleeping, but it's urgent, we don't know if the Duke... Aahhh!”

She screamed, covering her mouth with her hands as she saw Nanny Freya lying on the carpet, a pool of blood spreading around her head.

Instinct drove her forward instead of freezing or running away.

“Mrs. Freya!” She threw herself to her knees beside the lifeless body.

Laura had been a volunteer at the treatment center; she k