Amber had never thought that the mansion she had lived in forever could be this quiet and depressing.
The bossy madam had gone, locked up in a mental institution. The chirpy next madam stayed with the chairman in a hospital. Despite the lack of authority figures, the house staff did not dare to slack off or act casually at all. When the housekeeper left, everyone was afraid they would get dragged somehow--because, what if they blamed the staff who carried the poisonous food from the kitchen to the chairman? What then?
Thus, they spoke in whispers among themselves during break, and worked quietly in case something they said accidentally triggered the remaining members of the family.
Thankfully, there were only three of them these days. The two youngest children also had been quiet, nervously staying in their room as if they were waiting for a verdict.
Perhaps they were.
