Chapter 18: All of Us are in Trouble

The Wallace manor was busy as usual. The employees were going round the compound doing their chores. Others cleaned the compound, one was working on the hedges, another mowing the carpet green grass, picking litter and watering the flowers. Inside, the house keeper was dusting the antique but classy furniture in the living room. The cooks in the kitchen were preparing for lunch moments after serving breakfast.

Outside. The butler was in the rubble of what used to be Blake's house a few hours back. He was trying to salvage anything of importance in there and honestly there wasn't much. He managed to get a few papers and deeds that seemed important. They were in a bag that he had hidden somewhere on the collapsed roof of the crib. Everything else was burnt to ashes. One of the maids came running.

"Mr. Wallace has requested for your presence in the manor" she said bowing.

"I'll be there" the butler said and kept rummaging through the ruble.

When he raised his gaze the m