My father’s expression darkened as the half-hour mark passed, and I still hadn’t appeared.
“It’s already been thirty minutes! What? Does she think I can’t do anything to her?!
“What a stubborn girl! She still doesn’t understand what she’s done wrong!
“Hmph! I’d like to see what tricks she has up her sleeve!”
In a fit of anger, he threw the teacup in his hand onto the ground, the sharp crack echoing through the room.
I watched silently from behind, amused. Beneath his anger, there was a flicker of worry, though he’d never admit it. I couldn’t help but snicker when he knocked into a chair as he stood up.
“Wait here for me, Wendy. I’ll drag Jennifer over to apologize.”
He stormed toward the storage room, his steps heavy with frustration. Just as he neared the door, a rat darted out, causing him to jolt in surprise.
“What’s going on? Where did that rat come from?!”
The butler stood pale-faced by the door, his expression twisted in a grimace as he turned away. “Mr. Stiles… Perhaps you should take a look for yourself.”
I watched as my father stiffened, his movements robotic as he approached the storage closet. His gaze fell inside, landing on my corpse.
I must admit, I was curious to see his reaction. Would it shock him? Would he finally feel remorse?
