Chapter 11 Hugh, Can You Take Me Away?

It was already late at night when Hugo's Maybach pulled into the Grant family chapel. "Mr. Grant, why are you here?" Maria asked, busy cleaning the front hall. Her face betrayed a flicker of panic when she saw him arrive. "Where is my mother?" Hugo asked, blunt and direct. "She hasn't been feeling well today and went to bed early," Maria replied nervously. "If there's anything you need, you can tell me, and I'll pass it along." Maria stepped in front of him, blocking his path. Hugo's eyes narrowed, sharp and cold with displeasure. He lifted his gaze, scanning the family chapel until it landed on a tightly shut wooden door. The door was firmly closed, but it was clear something was hidden behind it. Hugo strode toward it. "Mr. Grant, Mrs. Grant is really already asleep." Maria hurried after him, trying to block him again. "Please don't disturb her." Hugo's sharp, striking eyes swept over her, radiating natural authority that made her tremble. "Where is Evelyn?" he asked bluntly.