It had been several days since the terrifying ordeal that left Henry bedridden. The tension in the house was beginning to dissipate slowly, like fog lifting after a stormy night. Now, finally, Henry was showing signs of recovery. He could walk around, albeit not for long, and his strength was gradually returning. Despite the progress, the memory of his recent illness still hung over the household like a heavy cloud, casting a subtle shadow on everyone's mood—especially Chantel's.
The morning sun had begun to bathe the large Washington estate in a soft golden hue. Birds chirped cheerfully from the tall trees surrounding the home, and a gentle breeze rustled the leaves. Yet, inside the grand house, the atmosphere remained unsettled.
