Chapter 553

Arthur's gaze drifted to the tips of her reddened ears. "My Darling is shy?"

Clara refused to answer. She crawled to the edge of the bed, looked at the mess on the floor, and wished she could hide under the blankets forever.

Greta came upstairs every day to clean until the rooms sparkled. If she saw this chaos, Clara would never have the courage to go downstairs again.

Clara pushed herself upright