Chapter 258: Hawthorne Ancestral Home
"Welcome back, Master Horace and Miss Kentwood," the servants chorused as Horace and Amelia arrived at the mansion.
They wanted to help him to his rooms so that he could get some rest, but Horace Hawthorne refused. Amelia had finally paid a visit to what was technically her ancestral home, how could he want her to return so quickly just because he was tired?
Supported by his cane and Amelia’s arm, Horace eagerly took her on a tour around the mansion, while the servants hovered behind them cautiously, ready to fulfill Horace Hawthorne’s every request. Amelia felt vaguely like she was on the arm of an emperor, with rows of eunuchs and maids waiting at her beck and call.
"As you can see, the mansion has plenty of unused rooms. The servants usually stay in another compound on the premises," Horace Hawthorne began to explain.
Amelia listened attentively as Horace spoke about the vast number of servants who worked for the Hawthorne family.
Apparently, the Hawthornes paid so well there were people who eagerly worked for them for their entire lives, raising their own families on the mansion grounds.
Amelia’s mind started to whirl. Old servants might know something about Annalise’s missing baby. Even if Annalise had given birth in a prestigious hospital, she would still need the help of servants from home to bring her necessities and look after her after labor.
Hell. Amelia wouldn’t be surprised if Annalise brought a bevy of servants to ensure she got to sleep while her baby cried.
"Are any of these old servants still working now?" Amelia asked. "They might know something about... Annalise."