Chapter 16

A week later, the heavy curtains in Spencer's office were drawn. The room was dim, with only a table lamp emitting a pale light from the table. Spencer leaned back against his wide, upholstered office chair and stared at the ceiling with a blank expression. There was a soft knock on the door before it opened. Chris stepped in, followed by a plainly dressed middle-aged woman who looked frightened and uneasy. "Mr. Price," Chris lowered his voice as much as he could, his tone heavy. "This is Ms. Jenny Jones. She worked at the old residence years ago and was later dismissed. She said she has something about Mrs. Price that she must tell you in person." Spencer's gaze slowly shifted and settled on her. Jenny appeared to be in her fifties. Her skin was rough, and the joints on her fingers were calloused from years of hard labour. She didn't dare look up at him, her head lowered and her body trembling slightly. "Mr. Price…" she began, her voice shaking and heavy with accent. Spencer s