It had been nearly the whole day since Liam had locked himself in his room and told Evelyn, the head maid, not to disturb him. The sun had already dipped toward the horizon, its warm glow fading into the cooler hues of dusk, and still, he hadn't emerged.
The atmosphere in Bellemere Mansion was… tense.
Evelyn stood in the hallway outside the kitchen, speaking quietly to Clara and Mira. Her usually calm expression had tightened just enough to betray the concern she felt.
"Dinner is ready," Clara murmured, glancing toward the grand staircase that led up to the private suites.
"He's not come down all day," Mira added in a low voice. "Not even for lunch."
Evelyn pressed her lips together. "I know. But he told me very clearly not to disturb him."
"But what if something happened?" Mira asked, her tone dropping further. "He could be ill… or—"
