On the other hand, I believe that Taylor was taken aback by my question because it took her a considerable amount of time before she was even able to respond to me. "Uh... well, there is a little thing that they need to work on in the garden," Taylor mumbled. "Just a little thing? and yet, it requires them that much chaos?”It's very clear to me that Taylor is keeping something from me, and I can feel it. The manner in which she responds to my inquiry makes it abundantly clear that she is unable to even bring up to me in the form of a concrete answer. If she had only been able to explain it to me in a way that didn't cause her to stutter, I'm sure that I would have had no trouble believing her the very first time she told me. However, as she continues to demonstrate to me, both through her actions and even her words, that there is something she is concealing, it just continues to give me strong hunches.I did not want to come across as authoritative in my argument against Taylor, w
My mouth drops open in shock at what I'm seeing right now. I just can't believe that something like this took place right here in the garden of the mansion. The fact that one of the housemaids is the victim makes the situation seem even more dire.It is still unclear to me who the maid actually is; however, based on the fact that she is dressed in a uniform, I can only assume that she is employed by the Silverstone mansion. It would appear that what they have done to her is a truly horrible thing. Aside from the fact that she appears to have been raped, she also has quite a few bruises, which appear to be some kind of scratches that can only be caused by claws. This leads one to believe that she was abused in some way, as evidenced by how mutilated and ruined the uniform she now wears.However, considering the circumstances, it makes me wonder if she had been mauled by a wild animal of some kind.“What happened to her?” I immediately asked.I have the impression that the remaining ot
"Oh no, dear, that is not what we have in mind to do." Taylor chimes in.I didn't want to start reprimanding Taylor because she was just an accomplice to this, but she is still partly to blame for not letting me find out about what took place in the garden. "No, Taylor, the fact that you all lied to me and continue to keep me from knowing about it just makes me want to believe that that is what you really intend to do.”And then, I took a break for a moment. I didn’t want to continue firing them with words, especially when I am seeing them silent right now.The fact that they have chosen to remain silent is further evidence that they completely feel guilty about what I have been telling them. And because of that, I don't think there's anything else I could possibly have to reprimand them for at this point. Besides, it's not like I have the capacity to hold my temper for very long.As soon as I felt that the angry feeling in me had finally subsided, I immediately composed myself and b
“I-I’m sorry, I was just thinking about something.” I reason out. Despite this, I had a sneaking suspicion that Reagan wasn't going to buy that reason from me.When I look at the expression on his face, it seems as if he is trying to determine what it was that had me startled for a considerable amount of time, and why, despite the fact that he had called me several times, I was still unable to respond immediately.Knowing that it was actually Reagan who was just running through my mind a minute ago makes it impossible for me to bring up that subject with him right now. Instantaneously, I was required to immediately think of a reason to tell him about it before he became even more curious about it.“It’s actually about what happened today.” I said. To be honest, I really haven’t figured out what exact cover up I will tell him.It wasn't until he replied, "Oh yeah, was it about the thing you're supposed to tell me on the way to the police station?" that he saved me from having to think
It was at that point that I had the sudden realization that it might be because of how quickly I rose to call on Reagan in an instant. I was unaware that taking that action could in fact cause them to act in such a manner so quickly.I chose to ignore it and proceeded to walk near Reagan. "Can you accompany me to the police station today?" I suddenly asked him.“Sure. But why are we even going there?” he asks.“I’ll tell you on the way there.”However, just as Reagan and I were about to leave, Klen and Taylor immediately followed close behind me in an attempt to prevent me from leaving. After that, Klen protested as quickly as possible, saying, "Miss Claudette, let us come with you.""Oh, dear, please don't leave without us." Taylor even added.“I appreciate the concern, but I believe I left the two of you with instructions to finish within the day. I will be expecting reports from those instructions when I get home later.”“But, Miss Claudette, are you seriously going out without any
"Oh, dear, please don't leave without us." Taylor even added.“I appreciate the concern, but I believe I left the two of you with instructions to finish within the day. I will be expecting reports from those instructions when I get home later.”“But, Miss Claudette, are you seriously going out without any guards with you?” Klen made another protest.Every time they insist on having those guards, it gets on my nerves. It's almost as if they are announcing to the world that I am being held captive in this mansion. But on some level, I am fully aware of the reason why they were so eager to coerce me into having those security guards follow me around at all times. As far as I can tell, it's for my own good. But didn’t they know that I will be with Reagan today? Knowing that Reagan is on the line might help them relax a bit, but even if that were the case, their concerns for my safety remain unfounded."I will be with Reagan, and I'm sure that he won't let anything bad happen to me while
Knowing that it was actually Reagan who was just running through my mind a minute ago makes it impossible for me to bring up that subject with him right now. Instantaneously, I was required to immediately think of a reason to tell him about it before he became even more curious about it.“It’s actually about what happened today.” I said. To be honest, I really haven’t figured out what exact cover up I will tell him.It wasn't until he replied, "Oh yeah, was it about the thing you're supposed to tell me on the way to the police station?" that he saved me from having to think about what I should have said.”That reminds me of something, for some reason. I did, in fact, ask him to come with me to see Sergeant Gabriel today. “Yes, it’s actually about that…” I said while giggling nervously and hoping that he didn't pick up on my nervousness.It would appear that Reagan is on board with this idea given the fact that he just nodded back at me before asking, "So what about it?"However, befo
for Reagan, seeing as how he has devoted his entire life to ensuring the well-being of my clan, and more specifically of my family? I am aware that I am temporarily inhabiting Claudette's body, and that Claudette's family is not mine; despite this, there are times when I can't help but feel as though he is treating me in this manner rather than the actual Claudette, who was the one who originally owned this body. “Claudette? Are you still with me?” When I turned around, I heard Reagan calling my name once more. I don't exactly remember how many times he did it, but it seems as though he had been calling me out for a good deal of time by this point.“I-I’m sorry, I was just thinking about something.” I reason out. Despite this, I had a sneaking suspicion that Reagan wasn't going to buy that reason from me.When I look at the expression on his face, it seems as if he is trying to determine what it was that had me startled for a considerable amount of time, and why, despite the fact th