Seventy four

Zeke's POV

My heart skipped a beat at the mention of Ellen's name, and my mind instantly flooded with memories of the day before.

I knew Ellen would do something fishy with that crap of a story, but I did not expect her to do so immediately. I can not be distracted at such a time as this.

I needed to sort everything, so I could find a way to make amends with Kamille. She had to suffer this much before I realized how much she meant to me. I blinked my frustration away and waited for Mr Rogers to finish the call, he was on.

Mr Rogers maintained his composure, his expression carefully neutral as he listened to Mr. Finley's request. When the call ended, he turned to me, his brow furrowed in thought.

"What the hell do they want now?" I muttered under my breath, my brow furrowing in annoyance.

"It's concerning Ms. Ellen Manor," Rogers replied, his tone grave. "It seems Mr. Reymond Manor wishes to speak with you," Rogers began, his voice measured. "He's requesting your presence at the Manor