Chapter 105. Suicide

Startled, Christan quickly turned to look in her direction.

He saw his mother crouched beside the bed, one hand covering her mouth, the other trembling as she pointed underneath. "There's... someone under there!"

Christan's brow furrowed, and he rushed over.

He got down and peered under the bed.

Sure enough, in the relatively narrow space under the bed, a dark figure was curled up in the northeast corner.

"Celia?!" he called softly.

The person beneath the bed didn't move at all-there was no response.

A bad feeling surged in his chest. Gritting his teeth, Christan made a quick decision. "Mom, go out and get two of the male servants. We need to move the bed-quick!"

Mrs. Ryder, flustered and panicked, stammer