Before Martin Riley could speak, Hazel Morgan quickly said, "I want to see Otto."
Martin's brow furrowed slightly, and his gaze held a hint of scrutiny that sent a chill down Hazel's spine. After a long pause, he finally spoke, his tone no longer as familiar as before, now somewhat stiff.
"Otto's asleep. You should head back."
Hazel felt a pang of anxiety and tried to explain again, "I really didn't mean to. I didn't know..."
"I know it wasn't intentional. Just go back for now." Martin sounded weary, and Hazel, carefully watching his expression, didn't dare to make assumptions. Reluctantly, she left.
Meanwhile, Crystal Foster stood in line with a payment slip, her mind occupied with thoughts of Hazel.
That woman seemed to have a good relationship with Martin, and the butler treated her with respect. Surely, she must have known about Otto's condition.
Was that liquor-filled chocolate really an accident?
