Hazel’s POV
“Martha, where were you the night I fell off a cliff?” I asked, my voice steady and cold as I stared down at the woman kneeling in front of me.
Martha opened her mouth like she wanted to speak, but no words came out. She closed it again, her eyes shifting nervously around Nicholas’s private office. The room felt smaller than usual, the heavy wooden desk between us doing nothing to ease the thick tension hanging in the air.
I leaned back in Nicholas’s large chair, studying every twitch on her face. I had chosen this office on purpose—quiet, private, away from prying ears. No one would interrupt us here. I needed the truth, and I needed it now.
“I’m going to ask you again, Martha,” I said slowly, crossing my legs and fixing my gaze on her. “Where were you the night of the inc
