#Chapter 41 Unraveling the Web

Beryl: One afternoon, I was taking a stroll through the woods. I heard talking in the distance and went towards the sound. I stood hidden behind the tall oak trees, peering through the dense foliage at the distant figure of Amy. The autumn leaves rustled under my feet as I moved closer to the open clearing where Amy stood, engaged in an animated conversation with someone I couldn't see. Suspicion gnawed at my heart, causing me to grip the rough bark of the tree trunk tightly. Who is she talking to, way out here? Thinking to myself, I played out different scenarios in my mind. Listening intently, I strained to catch the words carried by the breeze. It was then that I heard it – a faint mention of Armand's name, followed by what sounded like talk of overthrowing him. My heart pounded in my chest as I tried to piece together the implications of the conversation. I knew Amy's motives weren't as pure as she would have us believe, but I never thought that she was planning somethin