Chapter 23 Chapter Twenty Three

• Mrs. Sydney's suspicion wasn't just a passing thought—it had grown stronger, taking root in her mind like a creeping vine. Something about Cynthia had changed lately. She carried herself with quiet confidence, almost as if she had found a secret she wanted to keep. Her glow was no longer just from her youthful skin; it came from a sense of purpose and quiet defiance. That bothered Mrs. Sydney more than she wanted to admit.
• Then came the final straw.
• One of the younger maids, who was innocent and talkative, casually mentioned while doing laundry, "I keep hearing noises at night, like someone is out late...