Chapter 150 Chapter 150
“Is Nick looking for me?” she asked, her eyes sparkling with a mixture of surprise and strange anticipation. “Did he say what it was about?”
Mozart, maintaining his impeccable posture, shook his head. “The Lord did not specify the subject. He only requested your immediate presence.”
But Sheila's mind was already racing.
She had just left Caroline's room. And now, minutes later, Nicholas was calling for her.
The logical conclusion was that Caroline had run to complain to her husband.
How despicable, Sheila thought with disdain. She's like a child who gossips.
A pang of apprehension arose. Had Nicholas called her to defend his wife?
No. Impossible, she quickly consoled herself.
This was a trivial matter between women. It was nothing compared to the decades-long alliance between the Turner and Wolf families, or the twenty years of friendship she had with Nicholas. He would never break ties or be rude to her just because of Caroline's crocodile tears.
That woman who showed up yesterday couldn't be that important yet.
With this comforting and delusional thought, Sheila regained her composure.
She placed the cup gently on the table and smiled at Mozart. “All right. I'm leaving now.”
She turned to Cecille with a rehearsed apologetic expression. “Aunt, forgive me. I'll have to leave our tea party for now. Duty calls.”
Cecille, realizing that her son was actively looking for Sheila, smiled with satisfaction. She interpreted this as a sign that Nicholas still valued his childhood friend above his new wife.
“Go, dear, go on!” Cecille encouraged her. “You and Nick have been close since childhood. He's been away for a year, he surely has a lot to talk about with you alone.”
Have a good chat, don't worry about me."
Cecille would never accept Caroline. In her heart, Sheila was still the ideal daughter-in-law.
To her, Nicholas was so powerful that a divorce would be just a footnote in his biography. Sheila was devoted, wealthy, and suitable. Cecille secretly hoped that they would spend more time together and rekindle the flame she believed existed.
“Thank you, Auntie. I'll be back soon.”
Sheila rose gracefully, smoothed her dress, and followed Mozart toward the house.
She walked with her head held high, confident that her position in Nicholas's life was unshakable.
Little did she know that she was walking straight into the lion's den.
On the way to the office.
Sheila tried to casually probe Mozart as they walked down the hallway.
Mozart had served the Wolf family for decades. He did not become the trusted butler by chance; his cunning was sharp. He knew exactly what Sheila was trying to find out.
It seemed that she had also deduced why the Lord was looking for her.
Mozart pondered for a moment and decided to give her a warning—or perhaps, prepare her for the impact.
“The Lord didn't seem quite himself earlier,” the butler commented in a neutral tone. “He seemed... irritated by something.”
Sheila's expression faltered, the mask of perfection slipping for a second. “Oh, really? Did he seem very angry?”
“I believe so.” Mozart deliberately let the question hang in the air. “I'm also wondering what happened. He was perfectly fine just a moment ago, but his expression suddenly changed dramatically.”
Sheila clenched her fist at her side, feeling panic begin to bubble in her stomach.
She was losing her composure.
The fear of Nicholas's relentless temper when provoked made her even more nervous.
...
In front of the solid wooden double doors of the study, Mozart knocked softly.
“Sir, Miss Turner is here.”
“Let her in.”
The voice coming from inside the office was exceptionally cold, devoid of any human warmth.
Hearing that tone, Sheila's confidence immediately plummeted.
Mozart opened the door, bowed, and gestured for her to enter. “Miss Turner, please.”
Sheila paused on the threshold for a few seconds, gathering all her courage and acting skills, before taking a deep breath and finally entering.
Mozart pulled the door shut, but in a calculated gesture, he didn't close it completely. He left a small crack open.
As soon as Sheila took her first step inside, she felt the icy air conditioning envelop her, or perhaps it was just the aura of the man sitting behind the desk. It seemed as if a thin layer of ice covered his handsome face.
“Nick, were you looking for me?”
She forced a sweet smile, trying to act natural, as if nothing had happened. “Did something happen?”
Nicholas looked up from his documents. His gaze was sharp as a blade.
“Did you go looking for Carol?” he asked, direct and to the point.
Sheila's smile hardened.
She hadn't expected Nicholas to be so direct.
But, after all, she was a high society girl, trained to keep her composure under pressure. She managed to control the tremor in her hands, unlike most girls who would have crumbled under that gaze.
She adjusted her smile and replied casually, “Yes, I went to see her a little while ago. Did Carol tell you?”
“Why did you go to see her?” Nicholas ignored her question, his voice becoming authoritative and relentless. “What did you say to her?”
Sheila felt a chill at his intensity, but she clung to her lie. “We didn't have much time to interact in the living room, so I decided to go to her room to talk a little, woman to woman.”
She shrugged, feigning innocence. “It was just a casual conversation. After a while, she said she was tired and needed to rest, so I left so as not to disturb her.”
From his lack of immediate reaction, it seemed that Nicholas didn't know the exact details of the conversation. Caroline must not have told him everything.
Sheila breathed a silent sigh of relief.
But if Nicholas didn't know what had been said, why was he looking at her with such hostility?
“Just a casual conversation?” he repeated.
The man stared at her so deeply that Sheila felt as if he were stripping her soul bare and seeing all the rot hidden there.
He clearly didn't believe her.
Sheila felt guilt prick her conscience, but she remained firm in her character. “Yes, just a casual conversation between friends. Why don't you believe me, Nick? Do you think I went there to... intimidate her?”
She asked the question as if the idea were absurd.
Nicholas smiled, but it was a fake and frightening smile.