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    When the housekeeper made her way back to the kitchen, Brad called out, “Lately, the rain’s left my quilt a little damp. Can you put it outside in the yard to air out?”


    Hesitating, the housekeeper looked first at his room, then through the window at the cloudy sky. “The weather’s still looking grim. Would you mind if I dried it tomorrow instead?”


    “That’s fine. Just make sure you remember,” Brad responded, agreeing withoutint.


    Relief washed over the housekeeper as she realized that, with more people due home tomorrow, any surprises could be handled together. Facing the empty house today, she knew a single slip-up could spiral out of control.


    Although Cedric and Dani weren’t the chatty type, both treated the staff with respect and warmth. The sry they offered was unmatched in town, and their main rule was to keep things peaceful.


    Holding onto this job mattered to her, and she hoped it wouldst.


    Cedric’s caution around Brad hadn’t gone unnoticed, so she made sure to stay alert and avoid any possible trouble.


    Her thoughts wandered until a sudden shout from down the hall jolted her to attention.


    She snapped upright, instantly recognizing the cry asing from Brad’s room. Without hesitation, she hurried to the scene and found Brad clutching his hand, a deep gash pouring blood.


    On the white carpet, the stark red stood out in a shocking disy.


    Reaching for the phone, she quickly called the doctor, who arrived with impressive speed to tend to Brad’s wound.


    Once the doctor departed, she returned inside and was struck by how silent the vi had be.<fn29bf> Readplete version only at find?novel</fn29bf>


    She crept over to the guest room, noticing the door left slightly open.


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    Inside, Brady still, apparently drifting into sleep after the ordeal.


    With quiet relief, the housekeeper eased the door closed. She figured by the time he woke, Dani and Cedric would have returned.


    With the door quietly shut, she slipped away and turned her attention to tidying the living room.


    After nearly two hours had slipped by, the front door opened and Dani and Cedric returned.


    Barely stepping inside, Cedric wrinkled his nose and asked, “Why is there such a strong scent of disinfectant?”


    Without hesitation, the housekeeper responded, “Mr. Brad McCoy injured himself and there was quite a bit of blood. I cleaned everything to make sure there wasn’t any lingering odor.”


    No sooner had the housekeeper finished speaking than the guest room door swung open.


    With a cheerful grin, Brad stepped into view, waggling his finger swaddled in bandages. “I owe the housekeeper an apology for all the trouble. Got a bit… reckless with a knife, and this was the result.”


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