~Christopher’s POV~I took a few steps down the stairwell to meet Mary. The woman was so cunning; it was as though she knew I would come down needing food for Camila. I noticed her spooning porridge into a bowl.“Good morning, Mary,” I stated, and she responded with a smile.“I bid you a pleasant morning, Mr. Grayston.” However, her smile did not make it to her ears. She then put the porridge on a tray and fixed her gaze on me. I was certain she desired to say something. “Mr. Grayson, I understand it’s none of my concern, but I think we need to talk about it,” she said, clearing her throat. I wanted to tell her to mind her own business, but then I remembered that she might be able to help me. I clasped her hand in my own.“Follow me," I stated, and she immediately followed. I locked my gaze on her. She was terrified, yet also resolute. “Go on.” As we sat on the couch, I remarked.“I understand Mrs. Grayston is a young lady, but I object to the way you treat her. She’s like a daughter
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