Chapter 206: The Scene Of Destruction
Lottie walked in late in the evening, her face bright and cheerful. She was dressed impeccably, as always, her designer handbag slung casually over her shoulder. She stopped short as she took in the scene of destruction before her. Expensive vases lay shattered on the floor, fragments of glass glinting under the chandelier. Cushions were strewn haphazardly across the room, ripped and torn. A priceless painting hung crookedly on the wall, its frame cracked. It looked like a tornado had ripped through the room.
"Good heavens!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with alarm as she carefully walked through the debris and spoke to herself. "What happened here? Were we robbed?"
"Mrs. Peterson!" She called out, her voice sharp and panicked.
The housekeeper appeared, her face etched with concern. "Yes, Mrs. Lottie. How may I help?"
"Are you even asking me?" Lottie yelled, "call the police, quick!"
"What happened here?" Lottie demanded, gesturing wildly at the destruction. "Was there a break-in? Why wasn’t I informed?"
Mrs. Peterson shook her head, her expression apologetic. "No, Mrs Lottie. There was no break-in."
"Then what is this mess?" Lottie snapped, her anger flaring.
Mrs. Peterson hesitated, then spoke softly. "