Chapter One Hundred and One: Confrontation and Clash

Celine "Good morning, Ms. Holden," Mrs. Sherlock greeted me when she walked into my sitting room. "I brought you breakfast," she headed to the kitchen to set down the lunch bags in her hand. I was sitting on the edge of the sofa with my legs crossed. "Sure." "Should I warm it up for you? Aren't you going to work today? Are you sick?" She asked from the kitchen. "No, I'm not. I'm just taking the day off." "Day off?" Mrs. Sherlock asked, stepping out of the kitchen. A frown creased her forehead as she looked at me. "Then, you must be really sick. I need prepare some broth." She turned to leave for the kitchen, and it took every force of will within me to keep myself from barking at her to take a goddamn seat. "Mrs. Sherlock, please. Take a seat first." She turned back to face me. "What's happening?" She did as I had requested. "I have a few questions for you." "But, you should eat breakfast first." "I don't need breakfast. I didn't call you here for that." "So, what's the m