Chapter 146: Gabriel Felt Fear.
Noon.
Lakeside, Theodore Mansion.
Critic Arley, Critic-Ishire.
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"Lady Theodore, Lord Theodore, something is wrong!" Dorothy alerted them, her hastened steps coming to a stop beside their couch.
"Now, What on earth is it?" Theodore gritted out.
"Your presence is required by the lake please" the maid responded eagerly, her attire and posture one of submission and respect.
Theodore stood up with ease, his figure and demeanor oozing with confidence and nobility.
"Come" he whispered to Lydia as he offered his hand.
Lord Theodore and Lady Theodore stepped out of their mansion, the sun casted a golden glow upon the sprawling darkness of a building.
With each step, their elegant attire billowed gently in the breeze, a testament to their noble bearing.