Seeing that the maid wasn’t moving, Michael’s anger escalated. He stormed upstairs himself, searching Lily’s room. When he found it empty, with her things packed away as I had instructed, his face turned pale with shock.
“Where… Where’s she? Where’s Lily? Why is all her stuff gone?” he stammered, grabbing another nearby maid and shaking her for answers. The maid, clearly new and frightened, remained silent, unable to intervene in the family drama.
“Stop it! Let her go! She’s not going to answer you!” I yelled, my voice trembling with frustration. Michael’s gaze snapped back to me as he stormed down the stairs, his anger evident in every step he took.
“What’s this about? Where are her things? Where did you put her?” Michael demanded, looking more and more agitated.
I gave him a blank stare. Before I could say anything, Allison piped up, “Emma, you’re going too far. Don’t take Lily away from her father.”
The hypocrisy in her tone made me chuckle despite the situation. “Oh, please. Look at you, pretending to be all concerned. If you’re so eager to find her, go ahead and look yourself!”