Chapter 90

Chapter 90:

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A low, cutting voice split the air. “What do you think you’re doing?”

Startled, Cathryn turned sharply, her heart lurching. Damien stood in the doorway, his face shadowed like gathering thunder.

Margaret froze, clutching the pillow to her chest, yet still forcing a smile. “Mrs. Brooks asked me to move your bedding into her room…”

“Put it back,” Andrew murmured, his voice stripped of any hint of feeling.

𝖣о𝗐𝗻𝗅𝗼adа𝘣𝗹е 𝖯𝗗𝘍s о𝗻 𝗀аl𝗇𝘰𝘃𝗲𝗹ѕ.𝗰𝗈𝘮