Chapter 40

"Go get me the spare key!" Abigail ordered. She couldn't open the door. Her lips pressed into a tight line as she snapped at the maid behind her. The maid jumped at the sharpness in her voice and hurried off to fetch the key. When they returned, Abigail snatched it from their hands, her face dark with suspicion. She shoved the key into the lock. But before she could turn it, the door swung open from the inside. Shane stood there. His expression was calm, completely unruffled. His clothes were immaculate, with not a single wrinkle in sight. "Mom. Is something wrong?" His tone was as composed as ever, as if nothing had happened. Abigail frowned. She had clearly heard something inside earlier. Seeing Shane's steady demeanor, unease crept into her gut. She narrowed her eyes and asked, "Was that you in the room just now?" "Yes." Shane nodded, admitting it without hesitation. He noticed her skepticism but made no effort to explain further. Abigail pressed on. "What were you d