CHAPTER 5
Dawn broke over the sprawling Greenwich estate, casting pale morning light across the manicured lawns and the silent, shimmering swimming pool. Mark walked down the grand mahogany staircase in a crisp linen suit, expecting his household to run with its usual obedient precision.
Instead, a chilling silence hung over the breakfast parlor where Charles stood rigidly behind an empty silver chair. There was no steaming coffee waiting, no fresh pastries, and no sign of Victoria’s usual haughty morning monologue echoing through the halls.
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“Where is Mrs. Davis, Charles?” Mark demanded coldly, pulling out his chair with an impatient snap of his wrist.
Charles did not flinch, nor did he offer his usual polite bow as he met his employer’s stern gaze head-on. “She will be downstairs shortly, sir, though I suspect breakfast will be the last thing on her mind this morning.”
