Chapter 117. Attitude

It was thirst that made Elice get out of bed. The water in the jug had run out. She forced herself to stand up.

But just as Elice was about to turn and head for the stairs, something caught her attention. A soft sob and a whisper of warning. A sound that stopped Elice in her tracks. She looked around, scanning all sides of the large house.

Perhaps it was because it was already night that the atmosphere seemed quiet. Especially since she was on the second floor, seemingly avoiding the hustle and bustle of some of the maids.

But Elice's ears couldn't have been wrong. It came from behind the wall. Opposite her.

Elice changed her destination. Instead of heading straight for the kitchen, as she had originally intended, she made her way to the source of the sound. With slow and stealthy steps.

"Is Master Garrett still in Madam's room?"

The soft voice was audible. Elice was sure. It was Yocelyn. And to whom was she speaking?

"H-he is."