450: WHAT I SEE

ARIEL'S POV The three of us arrived home. Me, Celine, and Catherine. The imposing facade of the mansion welcomed us, its grandeur contrasting sharply with the somber mood that hung heavy in the air. Catherine, still weak from her ordeal, leaned on Celine for support as we made our way inside. Bridget, one of the maids, hurried over to us, her eyes filled with concern as she noticed Catherine's bandaged wounds. "Let me help you," she said gently, offering Catherine a supportive arm. Celine nodded gratefully, relinquishing her hold on Catherine as Bridget guided her towards a nearby chair. With gentle hands, Bridget helped Catherine ease into the seat, ensuring she was comfortable before turning her attention back to us. Celine approached Catherine, her expression warm and welcoming. "Welcome back home, sweetheart," she said softly, her voice brimming with genuine care. "You'll be staying here with us from now on." Catherine's brow furrowed in confusion, her gaze darting between C