Chapter 8 - Trust Shattered Inside The Glass Walls
Bernadette returned swiftly, carrying a tray filled with warm broth, fresh towels, and sterile medical supplies.
She set the tray on the nightstand, shooting Elias a warning look that told him to keep his interrogation in check.
“She needs rest, Elias, not your mafia interrogations,” Bernadette scolded quietly, handing Adeline a cup of warm tea.
Adeline drank gratefully, her hands shaking slightly as the warm liquid revived her depleted energy levels.
“Thank you, Mrs. Quinn,” Adeline murmured, glancing nervously toward Elias who remained standing near the window.
“Eat up, child. You’ve been through hell tonight,” Bernadette said, adjusting the baby’s blanket with gentle hands.
Elias walked out of the room without another word, closing the heavy wooden door softly behind his broad shoulders.
He walked down the long corridor toward his private study, his mind racing through old financial ledgers and murder reports.
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Arthur Vance’s death had been investigated thoroughly years ago, or so Elias had been led to believe by his own captains.
Someone within his inner circle had manipulated the records, hiding the true nature of the financial execution.
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