CELESTINE’s P O V

‘‘No, you did not…’’ Arnold stated while he was squeezing me in a bear embrace. ‘‘You didn’t kill him, Celestine. Please, don't act like this... Do you think that your uncle would be pleased if he saw you behaving in such a manner?’’

I shook my head.

‘‘Right…’’ he murmured, planting a kiss on the top of my head. ‘‘Let's go home…’’

When we got back to the Maxwell villa, I disregarded every servant who welcomed me as I walked upstairs, and Arnold followed closely behind me as I went straight to the room.

I couldn't help but scowl when I noticed the ashtray on the...