Chapter 738

Just as the housekeeper was about to bolt, Matteo's commanding voice sliced through the air. "Stop." She froze, paralyzed with fear. "What are you running for?" Matteo's voice was icy. "I haven't done anything." "Y-Yes, Mr. Glover… You haven't done anything... nothing at all..." The housekeeper shook her head frantically. Maeve seized the moment and shouted, "Mr. Glover, I know you have a problem with me, but I swear I never meant to harm Mr. Larson. Please, just spare me!" Matteo's eyes narrowed as he realized Maeve was playing him. A flash of murderous intent flashed in his eyes. "Maeve Scott, you—" But before he could make a move, Maeve's eyes fluttered shut, and she collapsed to the floor. The housekeeper's face went ashen as she watched the scene unfold. In a panic, she raced upstairs, shouting, "Help! Somebody help! Ms. Scott has fainted!" Matteo looked down at Maeve, now unconscious on the ground, and his frown deepened. Outside Liam's bedroom on the second floor, Tessa