Chapter 310 Keeping Things Civil

• The opulent halls of the Fitzgerald mansion echoed with the dwindling sounds of the party, the grandeur now tainted by the presence of death. Determined to find Timothy amidst the labyrinthine corridors, I called out his name.
• "Timothy!" I called again, pushing through pockets of people spread throughout each room.
• A faint reply reached my ears and I felt a hint of relief. Following the sound, my footsteps led me to a door down the hall.