At her words, Damian Fairchild's voice involuntarily rose. "What did you say?"
His eyes were bloodshot, and his aura was so cold and severe that the terrified maid held her breath.
Her voice trembled and she stammered,
"Miss… Miss Quinn fell down the stairs, and then… there was a pool of blood beneath her…"
She hesitated, then added tentatively,
"Sir, do you think… Miss Quinn might be pregnant? Otherwise, a normal person wouldn't… bleed so much from that place after falling down the stairs…"
The maid hadn't even finished speaking when Damian Fairchild bolted out the door.
Donovan Fairchild had ordered Seraphina Quinn locked in the old building next door, which served as the servants' quarters.
Outside, a blizzard was raging!
The wind and snow whipped against his cheeks, stinging his skin.
But Damian Fairchild paid it no mind, covering the five-minute journey in less than one.
