Untold chronicles of power

Chapter hundred six

Ella hesitated for a moment, unsure if she should ask or wait for an invitation.

However, before she could make a decision, William pushed past her and barged into the mansion as if he owned the place.

The polished marble floors echoed with the footsteps of unexpected visitors—Ella and William—barged in without a second thought.

“Well, come right in,” Abigail drawled, her voice dripping with sarcasm as she greeted them at the entrance.

Her eyes narrowed at the intrusion, but she maintained her composure as she leaned against the mahogany doorframe, her eyes narrowing at the audacity of her uninvited guests.

Ella’s fiery hair framed her face, and William’s stormy gray eyes darted around the living room.

“What is it, Ella?” Abigail interrupted, waving off Ella’s initial attempt to speak.

“I have a food”

Ella cut her off. “We have a little problem.”

William shifted uncomfortably, glancing at the antique clock on the wall.

Ella opened her mouth to speak, but Abigail waved off her re