Abel and Conor replied in unison, “No, we had our eyes on him the whole time.”
“What did he say when he saw Amanda and Vivien today?”
Abel and Conor exchanged glances before giving Lucinda the rundown.
Lucinda’s face remained blank.
“Okay, got it. You can go now,” she said dismissively.
Once she had a general idea of what was going on, Lucinda made her way through the front yard garden and pushed open the door to the living room.
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The living room was well Lit and a faint smell of food lingered in the air.
Nathaniel walked out of the kitchen upon hearing her enter. He grabbed her indoor slippers from the shoe cabinet and placed them in front of her feet.
“Welcome home,” he muttered in a forced tone.
She observed him silently from the doorway. His eyes were cold as if Lucinda owed him money.
He might have been giving off attitude, but at least he was doing as she asked. After a long day, she was too tired to keep making things tough for him.
She turned around and headed up the stairs.
Nathaniel said, “Dinner is ready. Come and have a taste.”
Lucinda turned to glance at the steaming food on the table. Memories of Nathaniel mocking her as she waited on him for dinner flooded back to her. Her expression turned frostier by the second.
“You can eat by yourself. I’ve already eaten.”
Turning to leave, Nathaniel stepped forward and blocked her path. His expression was odd as he asked, “Did you already eat? Who did you eat with? Cyrus or Dwayne?”
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Nathaniel thought of the man he saw during the day and asked coldly, “Was it Brinleigh? Did you eat with him after work?”
Lucinda furrowed her brow.
She felt uneasy.
Nathaniel’s tone and demeanor made it seem Like he was interrogating his wife who had come home late.
“You should know your place. You’re just my servant now. You don’t have the right to question me about who I’m eating with.”
She then brushed past him and made her way upstairs.
As Lucinda disappeared from view, Nathaniel’s anger boiled over.
His thoughts turned to the mission he had for the night. As he gazed at the knife sitting innocuously in the fruit basket on the kitchen counter, his expression darkened.