Chapter 97
Jefferson slipped quietly into the maid’s quarters well after midnight. The three women—Mohandia, Kaitlyn, and Liza—were already waiting.
As instructed earlier in the day, they had gathered in the same room, keeping the door slightly ajar. They knew he would come for them, and now that moment had arrived.
"Are you ready?" Jefferson whispered, glancing around nervously.
"Yes," Mohandia replied with a nod. Kaitlyn and Liza exchanged worried looks but said nothing as they rose from their seats.
Without another word, Jefferson led them through the darkened halls, his steps cautious and measured.
They moved like shadows, weaving through the silent building. Soon, they found themselves in an unfamiliar part of the estate, one that none of them had visited before.
"Where are we going?" Kaitlyn whispered, her voice shaky.
"Somewhere safe," Jefferson answered. "Just follow me."
When they reached the large building, Jefferson motioned for them to stop. "Stay here," he instructed, scanning the area to ensure they weren’t being followed. Once satisfied, he signaled for them to enter.
Inside, the air was cool and heavy. The room was dimly lit, and the stillness was unnerving. Kimberly lay motionless on a mattress at the center of the room, her pale face illuminated by the flickering candlelight.
Around her, the room had been prepared with care—white garments were neatly folded on a nearby table, and candles were arranged in a perfect circle.