Interrogations

The men stared at him, confused and perplexed by a butler who would offer a drink in such situation. There were a body of a dead man settling on the hole that had been dug yet here he was offering tea as though it was nothing.

“N-No, thank you,” responded the elder man who had his left cheek covered by a deep scratch wound that reached down to his neck.

“Mr. Anderson,” Mr. Carperly spoke as the head of the house. “I know that you wish to interrogate everyone in the mansion and I respect that as it is you job but can you give my daughter a little space? After her elder sister’s death, she has been in distraught.”

“Of course I understand that but what is have to be done should be done,” the man named Mr. Anderson responded sternly. “I will, however, allow Miss Belle to take her time for now. Also, I promise I wouldn’t pressure her like what I heard my subordinate had done previously.”

Leon stood beside them, keeping his ears sharp at their conversation, watching how nervous Belle’s fath