"But—" The call ended abruptly, leaving Butler Chase with no better options.
He gritted his teeth, glaring at the phone in frustration. With a resigned sigh, he placed it back in his pocket and ran a hand through his hair. If not for the promise he had made to Emmerich and his loyalty to the late Madam Margaret, he would have long spilled the secret that could destroy this family completely. But here he was—trapped in a web of obligations, stuck between right and wrong. No matter what path he chose, his death was guaranteed.
With shaking hands, Chase took out a few supplements from the shelf in the storeroom. Regaining his composure, he walked out, maintaining a calm facade.
The chefs straightened up and bowed respectfully as he entered the kitchen. He passed the ingredients to them, his tone brisk as he ordered, "We have guests. You all should hurry."
