Chapter 6

Noella’s POV

Entering the mansion to see if I could be of any service to them, I notice the Abels have arrived.

They were all seated on the long armchair, and immediately after I entered, they saw me and sneered in annoyance.

“Where have you been?” my aunt shouted angrily.

I shivered in shock; her tone was so loud and fearful.

“I went out to check the firewood,” was the first lie I could come up with because the pressure I was getting from her sharp, angry eyes was too much.

“Firewood?” Laura snorts.

“Were you at home during the day, I mean the afternoon period?” my uncle asked anxiously, and I shook my head.

“No,” and then I realized they were afraid of leaking out their secret. They were searching for the culprit who overheard Laura and Mr. Frank’s conversation.

I remained sullen, like a coward.

“What are you still standing here for? Go make us something to eat,” my aunty instructed curtly.

“Sure.” I nodded a