Inside the Dwight mansion, Pooella hurried through the corridors, her footsteps echoing off the polished marble floors. Her usually composed expression was tinged with curiosity and a hint of suspicion.
As Pooella approached the grand hall, she caught sight of Lady Sophia, Spark's mother, standing amidst a scattered pile of records.
"Lady Sophia," Pooella called out, her tone respectful yet tinged with curiosity. "Did you summon me?"
Sophia looked up from her work, her piercing eyes momentarily softened by a look of mild surprise. "Summon you? No, I haven't called for you, Pooella. Is something wrong?"
Pooella frowned slightly, a flicker of confusion crossing her usually stoic face. She was not one to be easily deceived, and her instincts told her that something was amiss. "Young Master Spark told me that you wished to see me."
