Chapter 157
- Margaret Winters sat in the dimly lit lounge, sipping her evening tea as the fireplace crackled softly in the background.
- The mansion was unusually quiet tonight, with most of the staff having retired to their quarters. She exhaled, enjoying the rare moment of peace.
- Her phone vibrated on the table beside her, the screen lighting up with Eleanor Harrington’s name. A small frown formed between Margaret’s brows.