The message remained on Clara's phone.
We need to move before she discovers what Edward did.
She read it several times, hoping she had misunderstood its meaning.
But there was no mistaking it.
Someone inside the Delevon estate was reporting her movements to an unknown person.
Arthur stood beside her desk, studying the message.
"Have Aaron trace the number."
"I already sent it to him."
"Good. We also need to find out who had access to this study tonight."
Clara looked toward the door.
"Everyone who works in this house has access to the corridor."
"Then we'll narrow it down."
Before Arthur could say anything else, Clara picked up her phone and called her father.
"Come to my study. Now."
Edward arrived ten minutes later.
He looked tired, but the moment he saw Clara's expression, he knew the conversation would not be pleasant.
"What's wrong?"
Clara turned her phone toward him.
"Someone sent a message saying we need to move before I discover what you did."
