It must have been around two or three in the morning when the only light of the house was lit from the study room.
Despite not feeling his best, Frederick could not sleep. Even when his housekeepers had apologised to the poor woman during the day, the unsettling feeling had lingered on, refusing to let go of the damage that had been done.
"What were you even thinking, Gerard? You could have placed them in the staff housing!" Frederick chastised for the umpteenth time. It was obvious he was still not content with how his trusted man treated Audrey in his absence.
"I'm sorry, Master Mortcombe. I should have known better," answered the old man with deep guilt.
"But sorry is not going to cut it! What if you have reversed all the effort we have done?" Obviously that was his primary concern.
