Chapter 14

Anderson returned home tonight, his body aching, his mind clouded with the events of the day. The grand halls of the Blackwell estate, usually a symbol of power and control, felt suffocating. His footsteps echoed in the silence as he made his way to the drawing room, fatigue evident in every step.

The butler, ever vigilant, appeared almost immediately. His practiced eyes took in Anderson's disheveled appearance, the tension in his shoulders, the weariness etched on his face. “Master Anderson,” the butler greeted him, his voice a smooth whisper in the quiet room, “you look exhausted. Shall I have the maids prepare something for you to eat?”

Anderson nodded without meeting the butler’s gaze. Moments later, a procession of maids entered, their trays laden with the finest offerings—roast duck, lamb chops, fresh salads, and decadent desserts. The aroma of the rich dishes filled the air, but Anderson didn’t even glance at them as he lost his appetite.

“No,” Anderson said abruptly, his voice
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