The living room remained deathly silent. The only reply to the old madam was the sound of the downpour and claps of thunder from outside.
Seeing Caden Reginald's cold and dismissive demeanor, the old madam's expression, which had softened a moment ago, instantly soured with anger. "Damian, I'm already humbling myself like this. Are you going to keep giving me the cold shoulder?"
Suddenly, a brilliant flash of lightning cut across the inky-black sky, momentarily illuminating everything outside the window.
Just then, Charlie rushed in; you could even say he sprinted.
"Young Master, the Young Madam is back!" Charlie said, not even having caught his breath, a look of joyful surprise on his face.
At his words, everyone froze. Unnoticed by the others, the hand Alice used to hold her bowl trembled visibly.
The moment Charlie's words left his mouth, Caden Reginald moved so fast he was a blur. The next second, he was standing right in front of Charlie.
"Where is she?"
