Finishing the cup of blood tea that Lucas had offered her, Belle saw Lucas go check on the servants while she went up the stairs and walked towards the corridor which no one stepped near to. Barron was soaking his muddy feet in the water, therefore, it was safe to say there would be no possible mischief caused by him.
She stood on one end of the corridor, staring at the deserted dark place where the windows were shut close along with the curtains. Taking in a deep breath, she placed her feet forward one after another starting to walk towards it while placing her fingers on the wall that glided through as she walked slowly trying to see if there could be anything she could find in here; memory spill that would have been captured by this house.
