Chapter 42

~Mala's POV

I hated that sir. Oliver was always being so nosy. I hated that he was never willing to mind his own business…I thought I had always wanted him to leave…but when I heard about his death, it shifted something inside of me.

Not because of me, but because of Francis.

The old man had always been there for Francis since he was a child…I didn't know how he was going to take the news. Especially with the fact that his death came through Lord Chris's hands.

"What did you just say?" Francis asked.

I never heard this sound like that my whole life. His voice came cold and his face…unreadable.

"My husband planned to kill you. I stopped it and as a result he has killed Sir. Oliver and he's coming for me," Agatha sobbed.

"You're not deceiving me, are you?" Francis asked.

Agatha shook her head. "Why would I, when the life of my child is at stake?"

"Get out," Francis uttered and I held his hand.