Chapter 82. Ophelia Wants Her Dead

Author’s POV

Helena offered the maid a plate of cookies but she refused it. “What about a glass of champagne? Red wine or a glass of water?”

The maid shook her head. “I’m alright. Why did you bring me here?”

“We ask the questions and not you. So, drink something or keep shut.” Ophelia smiled darkly as she bent before the maid. “You’re so pretty for a maid. What’s your name?”

The maid glanced at Helena and swallowed. “Adriana.”

“Good, Adriana. How long have you been working for Aurora and her family?”

“I don’t know. I just joined recently.”

Ophelia gripped her chin and said. “It’s either you tell the truth or you will end up in a garbage bin.”

Adriana trembled, “I used to work in the pack house before the attack and when Aurora returned to town, I reached out and got the job.”

“How long? That’s my question.”

“It’s almost a week now but she knows me from the pack house.”

“She trusts you, right?”

Adriana smi