Chapter 15 - The Ally in the Kitchen
Far away from the grand salons, in the quiet, brightly lit basement kitchens, Martha the head cook was quietly packing her personal belongings into a cardboard box.
She had worked at Ashford Manor for twenty-two years, serving three different generations of the family, and she wasn't blind to the corruption rotting the estate from within.
She had seen Celeste slipping unknown powders into the late mistress’s tea.
She had seen the way the security cameras in the eastern wing were mysteriously disabled every Tuesday night.
As she carried her box toward the exit, a small hand gently tugged at the hem of her apron.
Martha looked down to see Holland staring up at her with big, solemn eyes full of desperate pleading.
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“Mr. Holland?” Martha whispered, dropping to one knee. “What are you doing down here?”
“She killed my mom, Martha,” Holland whispered, his voice breaking. “And she’s going to hurt Daddy next. You have to help us.”
