CHAPTER FIFTY

The morning arrived, marked by the rhythmic sounds of footsteps that roused me from my slumber. I peeped to see Rue, gathering some worn clothes for laundry. A smile adorned her face when she noticed me, and I reciprocated the gesture before she walked out.

I sat up, tossing the duvet aside, and stretched. Locating my footwear at the bed's edge, I slipped my feet into them and stood up. The urgency to prepare for departure lingered, prompting me to grab the crumpled black card I had discovered in the garden.

The card was crumpled, but thankfully, the numbers were still discernible. I planned to sneak out when an opportunity presented itself or perhaps make a call to him, seeking assistance. Leaving the mansion without Alistair's knowledge seemed impossible, and I needed a careful strategy.

Approaching the window, I pulled the curtains aside, my gaze scanning the surroundings. A raised brow signaled my surprise – Alistair's car was conspicuously absent from the premises. The possib