Chapter 19 Hidden Conspiracy: The Grandmother's Abduction

• In the silence of her room, Hazel paced anxiously. Her fingers nervously bit at her nails—a habit that resurfaced whenever she felt uneasy. Her thoughts spun wildly, filled with vague, unsettling worries. She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself, but the discomfort stubbornly refused to fade.
• “Why do I feel like Theo’s hiding something from me?” Hazel murmured under her breath. Her gaze drifted toward the firmly closed bedroom door. Her husband, Theo, should have returned to their room by now. But for some reason, he was still in his secluded study.
• Halting her steps, Hazel stared at the door, biting her lower lip. Should I check what he’s doing? But... what if he gets angry? she wondered, torn. She knew Theo despised anyone entering his study without permission, especially unannounced.