Chapter 454

• As Chloe stood dazed near the corner of the garden terrace, Fiona approached her with quiet professionalism.
• “Ms. Warren,” she said softly, but firmly. “You’re bleeding. Your forehead’s cut come with me, please. I’ll get you cleaned up.”
• Fiona had once worked for my family's private estate she was a familiar, neutral face. Not one to show emotion, but she didn’t have to. Her voice alone was laced with a quiet judgment Chloe couldn’t miss.