88. Mask Of Innocence

MATTEO’s POV

I strode away from the lake, my long legs devouring the distance with purposeful strides. My eyes narrowed as I processed the snippet of conversation I'd overheard - Aria mentioning Mrs. Fletcher's name is in connection with the letter.

As I emerged from the woods, my gaze scanned the grounds with a calculating intensity. My eyes locked onto a familiar figure, her silver hair gleaming in the sunlight. Mrs. Fletcher. Chatting away with Alonzo, her expression was warm and friendly.

My jaw clenched, a low growl building in my chest. What was she playing at? I approached them with a deliberate slowness, my boots crunching on the gravel path. Mrs. Fletcher's eyes flickered towards me, a flash of wariness crossing her face before she masked it with a smile.

"Matteo, son," she exclaimed, her voice dripping with false sweetness. "Where have you been!"