Near the entrance of the long stone hallway, Kade slowly stopped Damon's large wooden wheelchair. The metal wheels squeaked softly against the polished floor and then came to a complete halt.
Damon sat in the chair. His shirt looked neat, and his broad shoulders were set straight. His dark eyes were fixed directly on Camilla. He was watching the entire scene. He had seen her hand raised. He saw the bold maid bleeding on the floor.
Camilla slowly lowered her hand to her side.
"Oh no," Camilla thought to herself. Her mind worked at lightning speed. Her internal voice was completely panicked, but her face remained blank. "My weak persona is ruined. I have been playing the sad, crying wife this entire time. If he sees me beating a maid to a pulp, he will know I am not a helpless victim. I need to salvage the situation. Right now."
Camilla did not waste a single second. She moved so fast that the other terrified maids standing against the wall could barely see what she did.
