Chapter Two Hundred And Eleven
The quiet apology from the night before did nothing to wash away the heavy layer of dread that settled over the next few days. Khalid was trying, in his own distant way, to make things right. He bought me expensive gifts, held me tightly every night, and spent extra time with the children. But he still refused to send Nina away until Mrs. Gable was fully recovered. To him, keeping his word to a twenty-year servant was a matter of honor. To me, it felt like leaving a time bomb ticking in our living room.
Nina had gone completely quiet since the incident in the playroom. She did not look at me, she did not speak to Chase, and she kept her eyes glued to the floor whenever she crossed paths with anyone. She played the part of the broken, terrified servant girl
