Henry stared at the scrap of paper in his hand as if trying to pierce through its very fibers. A short message was written there.
Please take good care of this girl, do not let the Alexander family find her. I trust you, I know you will protect her.
The words were written in a very neat, firm hand, giving the impression that every letter had been prepared with deliberate calculation. Henry felt his heart rate grow increasingly erratic.
"Who actually brought Celine to this house?" Henry murmured softly.
The silence shattered instantly as Rose, one of the young housemaids, ran toward Henry panting, her face flushed with a mix of panic and relief.
"Sir! Mr. Henry!" Rose called out, her breath hitching. "The lady... she has opened her eyes!"
Henry jolted, his eyes widening. "Celine? Celine is awake?" Henry asked, trying to confirm the news amidst his lingering shock.
