Now he felt bad for Morgan.
The innocent boy, seemingly sweet and gentle, was burdened with a mother whose cruelty knew no bounds.
It was a tragic twist of fate that stirred a sense of pity in Ryley's heart.
A hesitant question slipped from his lips in the next second, tinged with concern.
"Where is he now? That boy... he was chasing a bird in the hedge maze, wasn't he? What happened to him? I hope his mother doesn't—"
However, Mitchell swiftly cut off Ryley's line of questioning. "I'm sorry, but that's not your concern," he interjected firmly. "I understand you might have your opinions about Mr. Mervyn's parenting, and I'm not saying you're wrong. But let me caution you—it's not wise to freely discuss him or anyone linked to the Aldric Family, especially within these walls."
A weighty silence settled between them, hinting at the untold complexities and unspoken rules that ruled life within the confines of the mansion.