Chapter 113: Would Give My All

Deborah struggled internally before finally nodding with difficulty. “I understand. For Jesse’s sake, I’ll do whatever it takes.”

Clang. Clang. Something fell outside the door. George immediately tensed. “Who’s there?” Afraid his crime might be exposed, he rushed over and yanked the door open.

“Dad, Mom, it’s me,” Yelena stood pale-faced in the hallway. “Is what you said true? Caleb is really hurt?”

Even now, she couldn’t believe it. The person who’d been arguing with her just last night might die today, possibly even before Jesse.

George’s expression stiffened, but he quickly adopted the stern demeanor of a father. “Correct. This concerns the Quixall family’s future. Don’t go spreading it around.”

For some reason, guilt flickered across Yelena’s face. “Understood, Dad. I won’t tell a soul.”

In that moment, she completely forgot how George had once slapped her for Caleb’s sake. All that remained was the numb shock of potentially losing her brother.

With one less person in the household, most continued eating and drinking as usual, utterly indifferent to Caleb’s whereabouts. Except for one person—Seiren.

Seiren had been punished by Agnes at dawn to clean every bathroom in the mansion and had only just finished. When she found Caleb’s door ajar and no trace of him anywhere, panic set in.

Gathering her courage, she approached the study and timidly greeted George before asking, “Mr. Quixall, Mr. Caleb’s been missing since morning. Do you know where he might be?”

George scowled. “Why the questions? Since when do the help meddle in their masters’ affairs? If you’re so idle, go scrub the toilets again!”

“Yes.” Seiren wanted to say she’d already cleaned them, but George’s thunderous expression silenced her.

Feeling dejected, she left the room. Leaning on the windowsill with both hands, she looked out of the mansion. The mansion was luxurious, yet living here felt no different from prison.

As she continued to observe, she suddenly noticed a figure under the window. Someone was hurrying anxiously toward the Quixall residence.

Hm? Purple dress, waist-length hair. Isn’t that Ms. Sherman? Seiren rubbed her eyes for a better look when someone smacked her head.

“What are you looking at? Have you finished cleaning the toilets?” Agnes stood arms akimbo, looking every bit the tyrannical matron from soap operas.

“I’m done cleaning,” Seiren answered obediently, though defiance tinged her voice.

Agnes snarled, “Then do it again! I’m busy all day and won’t tolerate anyone slacking off here! Hurry up!”

Reluctantly, Seiren headed toward the nearest bathroom. With a toilet brush in hand, she began scrubbing the toilet.

Sigh, ever since Agnes got scolded by Mr. Quixall, she has been taking out her frustrations on the staff. As if her position was so much higher than theirs.

Gianna arrived breathless at the Quixall residence, only to be blocked by security. “Ms. Sherman, Mr. Quixall has made it clear that you’re not permitted to come here anymore.”

With lives at stake, Gianna couldn’t afford niceties. “I’m going in today. If you really want to stop me, you’ll have to kill me first!”