He swayed on his feet, raising a hand to press hard against his brow. “You… how could you let Serena live in a storage room!”
He took a deep breath to steady himself, then stumbled toward the dark corner at the far end of the hallway.
The three Wynn siblings exchanged glances and quickly followed.
At the very end of the hall, tucked into a corner beneath the spiral staircase, was the storage room.
The closed wooden door was incredibly thin and already somewhat warped.
Patrick’s temples throbbed as he reached out and pushed the door open.
A wave of damp, musty air and dust rushed out to meet them.
Patrick coughed violently, waving a hand in front of his face.
Before him was an extremely narrow room, with only a tiny ventilation window letting in a sliver of weak light.
A small single bed was pushed against the wall, covered with a cheap, faded sheet.
An old, paint-chipped dressing table stood in a corner, its mirror cracked.
A simple wardrobe had a door that hung crookedly.
Other than that, there was nothing.
He could even see water stains and mold in the corners of the walls!
The conditions were so squalid that even the servants’ quarters were hundreds of times better than this!
Patrick felt his vision go dark just looking at it.



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