Chapter 111: The Truth About Last Night

As the afternoon sun casts long shadows through the window, a car engine rumbles to life, followed by the sound of tires crunching on gravel.

Nicholas, his face etched with worry, asked gently, "Are you feeling any better?"

Forcing a smile, I replied, "Yes, thank you."

A deafening silence replaced our brief exchange, both of us lost in our thoughts. Nicholas hesitated before tapping his fingers against the wheel.

"Florence, I know you might still be shocked by what happened, but I want to hear the truth about last night," he said.

"I was actually waiting for you to ask," I admitted.

He glanced at me, surprised. "Really? You're not shocked or anything?"

I offered a smile that didn't quite reach my eyes. "No, I'm fine."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. Anyway, here's what really happened: I went to the balcony for some fresh air, and then an old maid—I think her name was Olga—told me to go to one of the guest rooms. I did. When I opened the door, I saw Mr. Agares and two other