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In the room upstairs.
Grace did not search for any clothes when she entered. Instead, she sat by the window with her arms folded around herself waiting for Heinz to arrive.
Heinz pushed the door open and found his wife sitting on the bed. She looked rather guilty.
He stood by the door and took a silent breath. "Honey, aren't you supposed to find me some clothes?"
Grace did not speak and just looked at him. Her eyes were glaring daggers at Heinz.
A faint smile formed on Heinz's lips.
He'd heard the butler's conversation with the kids when he went upstairs earlier.
Grace had tricked the kids.
It was rare for her to be in a mood to joke with them.
Alas, he had unknowingly ruined Grace's plan, and that was probably why she was mad now.
After Heinz closed the door, he walked toward Grace. He looked at her and asked with a smile, "Are you mad?"
Grace shook her head and kept her eyes on him. "Go and wash your hands."