Chapter 3
"Take the baby upstairs to the nursery immediately, Chloe, and lock the double doors," Julian instructed, his authority strained by sheer panic.
Chloe nodded once, turning on her heel with swift, fluid grace as she carried the sleeping newborn away from the haunted parlor.
As the heavy oak doors clicked shut behind the nanny, Julian turned back to face his wife with agonizing desperation.
"What is happening to you, Rose? This is our son!" Julian shouted, finally breaking his composure as the emotional dam collapsed.
Rose tilted her head slowly, a microscopic twitch of her facial muscles mocking the genuine anguish written across her husband's face.
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"You think this house protects us, Julian?" Rose murmured softly, stepping away from the grand piano with eerie, hypnotic fluidity.
"The foundation of this estate is built on rot, and the child was simply making too much noise to ignore."
