Chapter 679

Hila turned as Lucien Delano’s car roared up the driveway. She was in the process of leaving the large house. Save for Beston and his wife, Camille and of course, the three maids who were a permanent fixture in the house, no one remained in the large, sad-looking mausoleum. Overnight, the house which had been thrumming with life and laughter, lights and joy, when Proserpina Delano was around, had been reduced to a large, dark and forbidding structure.