"Guards!" Clyde's command shattered the silence, the urgency in his voice sending them scrambling into the room, heads bowed in deference.
"Call Mitchell here," Clyde ordered, his voice commanding. "Tell him to bring the necklace."
Not long after, Mitchell entered the room with a bowed head, his presence a silent admission of obedience.
"Sir, you called for me," he said, his voice respectful but tinged with a hint of unease.
"Where's the necklace?" Clyde's voice held an edge of urgency as he turned his gaze towards Mitchell.
Despite the gnawing fear that twisted in his gut, Mitchell reached into his pocket and retrieved the necklace, offering it to Clyde with trembling hands. "Here, Sir," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.
The shock was evident on Clyde's face as he took the necklace from Mitchell's outstretched hand.
It was unmistakably the same necklace he had gifted to Rosie not so long ago.
