Back in the mansion

Abigail's POV

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I stepped into the living room, my footsteps echoing on the cold marble floor.

My vision blurred with unshed tears, and I clenched my jaw tight, wrestling to regain my composure.

Even though it had only been a day, it felt like I'd been gone forever.

The familiar scent of wood, deeply rooted in my memories of the mansion, filled my nostrils. I closed my eyes and exhaled a breath of contentment.

Knowing that I was back in the mansion gave me so much peace.

A bright smile greeted me as a young maid approached, her eyes discreetly glancing towards my purse. "Welcome back, Miss Abigail. Let me help you," she said warmly.

“I got it,” I said, brushing off the maid’s offer to carry my bag. "Is Audrey doing alright?" I asked, my eyes getting a little teary as I awaited her reply.

"Ma'am, Audrey is sleeping peacefully. I will inform him of your arrival once he wakes up."

I gulped down the lump in my throat as I heard her response. Waving my hand dismissively, she left with